Fifty-eight: Don't seek medical treatment recklessly

"Has anyone been here recently, Lena?" Lifting his gaze from the newspaper in his hands, the manor's male master, donned in a well-fitting robe, inquired with a hint of curiosity as he watched the head maid enter from the side hall.

"A guest from the Church, delivering a letter to the lady." The head maid spoke calmly and slightly curtsied to the man.

"Ah, a guest from the Church, looking for Anna about something?" The head maid's lady clearly wasn't his own Queen, so as a husband, he was quite curious.

"It concerns Miss Faye's education, Lord Hoffman requested that I pass a few words on to the lady." The head maid finished speaking and turned her head toward that half-elf, Mr. Lev, who, as His Majesty's old steward, always remained impassive.

Seeing that her master had no further response, Lena curtsied once more, "Please excuse me, master, the lady has asked me to ensure the young miss has taken her medication on time."