Lis was still in the underground laboratory,
on the second floor of the mansion, in Joyce's bedroom.
Fran Stephens, who had just left the basement, appeared directly in the room and sat down in a nearby armchair without concern for anything else.
Next to him was the butler Joyce, who at that moment, poured a cup of emerald-green glowing wine into a glass and placed it in front of Fran.
Fran looked at Joyce's graying temples and smacked his lips, saying,
"You're still quite young, why insist on making yourself look so old?"
"You just have to be like you, an old fellow who still tries to appear young."
Joyce didn't mind; his appearance was deliberately changed, otherwise it wouldn't make sense for a "commoner" who had been in a mansion for over a decade to still look like a young man.
"So for the sake of your deceased brother Brandon, you just went ahead and used up a favor?"