The time difference between Oxfordshire and Latveria was only one hour. Following the annotations on a schedule that had already accounted for it, Dinah led the armed maid team through the corridors with movements precise to the second. She then performed the arcane security check alone before entering her master's room. The master bedroom was not merely a bedroom and bathroom, but an enormous suite with a small sitting room. This had been an idea proposed by the manor's owner during its renovation and expansion. Compared with facilities such as laser anti-aircraft cannons, an underground hangar, an underground garage, and a nuclear blast shelter, expanding the existing rooms only raised questions of reinforcement and preserving the manor's Gothic decor. A design plan and wiring layout could be produced in less than an hour.
Dinah slipped quietly into the sitting room and, with practiced ease, placed her sidearm in the weapons cabinet. She then boiled the teapot she had prepared the previous night. After brewing three cups of black tea, she carried the tray to the oak door connecting the sitting room to the bedroom. On the way, she gently nudged aside with the side of her high heel the gray short-haired cat trying to squeeze in alongside her before entering the true bedroom. Upon the exquisite giant four-poster bed, two exceptionally beautiful, tall women remained immersed in sleep. The smooth silk blanket flowed down the Witch's back like water, while the morning light filtering through gaps in the curtains rendered their skin almost translucent. They clearly had not yet fully recovered from their exhaustion.
The manor's owner had opened his eyes the moment Dinah entered the bedroom.
He carefully slipped his arm free from the Witch's embrace and rose beside the bed with ghostlike lightness, without waking anyone. Such movements