NOVPUBThree days had passed.
It was four o’clock on a certain afternoon.
In District 4 of Floral City Pariet, within the Count Bathist’s mansion.
Christina leaned boredly on the sofa in the parlor, holding a book, occasionally flipping through the pages with a careless flick of her wrist.
"Yawn."
She yawned indelicately, without much concern for the demeanor expected of a young lady, then shook her head to dispel the grogginess.
The best thing about being at home was that she could act freely; her family wouldn’t mind her behavior, considering that she had been taught from a young age that as the eldest daughter of the Bathist family, she was to live whimsically.
Beyond a lunchtime excursion to the Crystal Orchid Boulevard shopping district, the cooling relief upon returning home was swiftly followed by an overwhelming sense of drowsiness.
"Why hasn’t he come yet?"
She glanced at the clock and murmured.
Every day at half-past three in the afternoon, it was time for the mansion’s butler, Rocky, to tutor young master Kyle, with lessons ending at four o’clock.
Logically, by now the brown-haired, green-eyed butler should have been solemnly passing through the corridors, with a high probability of crossing the parlor that connected the stairs and the hallway.
Merely thinking about it, Christina felt her eyelids grow heavy.
Perhaps it was best to take a nap first.
The midday sun in the Count’s Mansion’s courtyard had taken on a deeper shade of gold, mixed with a touch of floral scent, casting a bustling yet intoxicating play of light and shadow in the large ground-floor parlor.
Just then, Christina noticed a figure passing through the parlor.
"Rocky, come here, come here."
She quickly sat up straight, perked up, and gestured for him to approach.
"Miss, what can I do for you?"
The brown-haired, green-eyed butler, holding a book, noticed the young lady on the sofa and changed direction, walking toward her over the carpeted floor of the parlor.
Lanci had just finished teaching Kyle and was about to check on the other servants’ work in the mansion.
The lessons for Kyle’s fashion design class lasted half an hour each, four times a week, which perfectly took an additional two hours out of the butler’s working time.
The thirty-minute classes not only helped students concentrate but also allowed them to assimilate the content of the knowledge points better and provided a convenient opportunity to assign some homework for the students to practice and ponder independently.
"Wait here for me, I’ll be right back."
Christina said, and then she dashed off towards the stairs, heading to the second floor.
"Slow down."
Lanci looked calm but slightly worried that the young lady might fall.
However, the young lady seemed not to have heard him at all.
So, he simply stood where he was, holding the book with one hand and casually flipping through it.
The book he held, a Poseen translation of the "Genesis Record," was borrowed from Kyle.
No matter how the ages might fade away, only this book had survived the passage of hundreds of thousands of years.
Each translation of the book contained a unique interpretation of the script from the Divine Era.
Although Lanci could not learn the Divine Arts from the "Genesis Record," his interest in perusing different versions had been piqued ever since he had seen the ancient edition in the Blood Moon Bad World, discovering a different understanding each time.
Not long after,
Christina really did come back.
However, when she returned from the second floor this time, she was leading a red-haired maid downstairs with her.
It seemed the maid had been cleaning the room and was dragged away halfway through by the young lady.
"Look at her, see what’s changed!"
Christina, quite proud, puffed out her chest and placed one hand on her hip, gesturing for the butler to take a good look at her personal maid.
Behind Christina stood Enon,
Her long fringe covered her right eye, barely revealing her violet pupils observing the person before her, and although her red hair was tied into twin tails, it still cascaded gracefully down her back to her waist.
Despite Christina’s offer to trim Enon’s hair, she seemed rather reluctant.
It might also be possible that hiding a bit of her face gave her more of a sense of security.
The uniform was a classic maid outfit from the Poseen Kingdom, with a black and white main body meticulously adorned with bowknots, and the conspicuous red gemstone at her chest served as the focal point, harmoniously complementing the crown-like decoration on her head.
Enon’s slightly furrowed brows seemed to be harboring worries about something.
"Oh, so today you finally agreed to wear the headdress, did you?"
Lanci greeted Enon with a smile, noticing the change.
On her first day at the Count’s Mansion, when Enon had seen the maid outfit, she reluctantly put it on.
But she wouldn’t wear the maid headdress no matter what, as if it was her final stand.
This morning, when Lanci was teaching Enon her duties, he vaguely noted she hadn’t worn the headdress.
"I just don’t want to hear people say that Christina brought back an inferior maid anymore."
Enon spoke with evident dissatisfaction, her voice laden with impatience.
"Why would anyone say that?"
Lanci raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked.
The family was quite nice; it seemed unlikely they would disparage Enon.
They often got confused by their own kindness toward Enon.
And Enon’s ability to do her job was not in question, it was just that she was new to the work and could sometimes seem a bit unfamiliar with it.
"It’s all because of that Viscount, after he saw that Enon was a girl, he insulted her even more vehemently."
Christina stated in a particularly indignant manner.
That man had even mocked Christina for picking up a decent piece of trash.
"Viscount Hammond?"
Lanci inquired.
"Yes, him!"
Christina nodded.
Their adversary that night was Viscount Charles Hammond, who also happened to be Enon’s former employer, and belonged to the Hammond financial group, providing a wide range of financial services in the South Continent, including investment banking, asset management, and insurance business.
