I leave the room without a destination, my feet carrying me aimlessly through long, silent corridors.
All I want is to put distance between myself and him—I do not need to see Samael ever again. There is no reason for me to beg for his help; his presence is dangerous beyond measure.
Almost as if fate itself would not let me forget, I hear a familiar voice as I pass a half-open door. Instinctively, I lean my back against the cool wall beside it, my heart pounding as the voice reveals itself.
"I did not really understand… why would you become her head maid?"
The tone is soft and laced with genuine worry. I pause, listening intently as the question—fraught with concern—echoes in my mind.
(For context, within the House, an Archduchess or Archduke is regarded as equivalent to a King or Queen. Thus, they also command the loyalty of top-ranking servants like Ladies-in-waiting or Head Maids.)
A familiar cadence follows as Haisley speaks from behind the door:
