Sneaking In

At Oriana's guest mansion, Erich had arrived to check on Philip, and Oriana was already by her grandfather's side. After Erich had completed his work and emerged from the guest room along with Oriana, she broached a request.

"Master, I need a small favor from you," she began.

"What is it?" Erich inquired.

"Um, would it be acceptable for someone to occupy a guest room in your mansion?" she asked, her words laced with a hint of hesitancy.

"Who might I be expecting as my guest?" 

"Someone I've mentioned to you before," Oriana replied.

"Am I to anticipate a thousand-year-old elf?" Erich inquired with a knowing smile.

She responded with an awkward smile. "I can't allow anyone to see him here, and your place appears to be a safer option, as it's less likely to draw attention."

"Do as you please. Not like that mansion belongs to me," the man said as it didn't matter to him at all. 

"One more thing..."