A week and a half passed, and finally, Juluis arrived at his next destination. Sighing, he got out of the carriage and looked at the small manor. It was nothing like what he was used to, and clicking his tongue, he told himself he was almost home. After travelling, he realised how much he hated it. Being away from the palace and forced to live away from what he was sure of.
Only Magnus's home could be up to standard, and even then, it was still insignificant to the Palace. The servants of the minor lord lined up in two neat parallel lines and bowed. Julius clicked his tongue at the small number of servants but quickly understood that many, or more, would likely be too much for such a small manor.
In the middle of the two lines, a young man stood in a pristine butler uniform, which was of much higher quality than the other servants'. "Where is your master?" Juluios asked with an annoyed tone. Despite looking around, he couldn't see anyone other than the servants waiting for him.
