Late at night.
Outside a standalone villa in Stephenson's Windmill District private estate.
A man in a trench coat walked along a cobblestone path. He calmly scaled the high fence. The Magic Alarm flickered once, but did not sound.
The index finger of his right hand rested against his lips. As though that gesture possessed some magical power, he passed through the courtyard's layers of traps and alarms without causing the slightest disturbance.
After passing through the entryway, he seemed to relax his guard and moved his finger away from his lips.
He entered the main hall, then skillfully made his way to the second floor. Just as he was about to push open the study door, his hand resting on the handle, he seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around.
At the end of the second-floor corridor stood an elderly man in an immaculate suit.
A faint bell rang, and dim yellow light gradually spread through the hallway.
"Master, you climbed over your own wall again..." The old man looked at the footprints on the lawn outside the window, his expression helpless.
"A Silence Field isn't meant to be used like this."
The man said calmly, "I learned long ago that every skill has to be applied flexibly."
At that, he suddenly hesitated.
"Are they asleep?"
The old man nodded. "Madam and the two young ladies have already gone to sleep. During dinner tonight, Madam specifically asked me to tidy up the study..."
The man sighed. "I know, I know... If I come home late, I have to sleep in the study. Isn't that why I came here so obediently?"
"No." The old man said sternly, "Madam was angry today. She won't even let you sleep in the study."
"She had me fill the study with cacti."
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