The next day.
On this winter morning, the first light of dawn spilled through the thick fog onto the marble walls of the Lord's Mansion in Lilom City.
The mansion stood toward the back of the city, surrounded by exquisite gardens. From a distance, one could see the mountain forests, while the finely carved family crest above the gate reflected the sunlight, heralding the beginning of a new day.
Viscount Francis led Lanchi out of the dining hall on the first floor of the mansion.
Inside the mansion, magical furnaces dispelled the winter chill.
"I hope you can get used to the breakfast style here in the Northern Continent."
Viscount Francis said this with a smile, his voice deep yet refined.
"This is the best hospitality I've ever received. Thank you."
Lanchi replied.
After the two had enjoyed breakfast together, Viscount Francis and Lanchi walked along a long corridor inside the mansion. Portraits of successive viscounts hung on the walls, while the carpet had been imported from the Southern Continent. Its intricate patterns and colors gave the place a warm and peaceful feeling.
"Things will be troublesome for you from here on. Whether or not you can successfully get Zestira to accept your instruction, please don't feel pressured."
Viscount Francis said.
"I'll do my very best, my lord."
They finally arrived before a door decorated with exquisite wood carvings.
Viscount Francis knocked lightly. When there was no response from inside, he still waited a few seconds before slowly opening the door.
What appeared before them was a stunning private space. Miss Zestira's room had been arranged like a small museum, with all kinds of books, magic crystals, works of art, and antiques neatly displayed.
A large window allowed the soft natural light of winter to spill into the room, brightly