They left No. 1 Suite and kept walking deeper inside until they reached the dead end at the end of the passage.
Two fierce statues stood at the end—winged beasts crouched atop pillars. They had bat wings and snarling heads like vicious hounds, as if they were guarding something.
They rotated the statues inward, changing them from guarding the outside to facing each other. Then they twisted open the painting at the end, revealing a gap only wide enough for one person to pass through.
"—The entrance to the so-called 'Secret Passage' is right here."
A middle-aged man with short, curly, scarlet-red hair respectfully and politely explained to Miss Bayard, "Strictly speaking, however, this isn't a Secret Passage. It's merely a concealed underground passage."
"An underground passage?"
Bayard crossed her arms and asked with interest, "What is it for? Could it be... to prevent people from catching their lovers in the act?"
"You know, then."
The middle-aged man, who resembled a butler, straightened his back and merely smiled. "There are also some important figures whose identities are inconvenient to reveal who occasionally come to Crescent Moon Manor for amusement. But it would be inappropriate for them to enter through the main entrance, so they come directly in through here. From here, they can bypass the Banquet Hall and go straight to the suites, then simply call the Blood Slave to the corresponding room."
"With soundproofing like this in your suites?"
Bayard couldn't help pulling No. 14, whom she was holding by the hand, closer to herself as she complained, "How did you manage the soundproofing?"
"Oh..."
The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully and readily admitted his mistake. "I'm very sorry, Miss Bayard. I think the staff member misunderstood your requirements. I'll reprimand him later.
"It's like this. Generally speaking, our suites