Lilian, Yua, and Elise walked down the marble-floored hallway. Elise—hugging her little dog—looked around at the elegant carvings on the walls and ceiling. The building was genuinely magnificent, befitting the appearance of Lilian, who was the wife of a noble.
"I am very pleased with the arrival of you two." Walking in the front, Lilian put a damp cloth on her swollen forehead. Her mouth formed a wide smile. "So, I've been hesitant to ask this... However, I'm really curious what you two will do for my dear son?"
"Why does that question sound wrong?" Raymund chimed in.
Yua smiled back. "Sorry, but I can't say that right now, Mrs. Lilian. That's my master's order."
"Well, then I won't ask again." Lilian didn't show that she was suspicious at all.