Dawn filtered through the carved glass windows, scattering softly across the hallway outside the master bedroom of Apartment No. 9 on Morales Street. The dark wooden floorboards, polished to a shine by the maids, reflected patches of light, lending the place a quiet stillness.
The corridor, freshly sprayed with fragrant cleaner, was filled with the scent of flowers. Exquisite decorations adorned the counters and walls, leaving everything neat and tasteful.
Click.
The sound of a doorknob turning rang out.
The master bedroom door opened, and a young man and woman slowly emerged.
"Is this your residence in the mortal world?"
The young woman held the man's arm and asked softly.
Her smooth black hair was braided into a crown around her head, with only two strands falling before her forehead. She wore an elegant white floral gown, looking dignified yet graceful.
She also wore pristine thigh-high stockings over her long, slender legs.
Tolina had been rather curious about such stockings. According to Gilan, he was worried she might catch a chill... but how could an Hour-God catch a chill? Even this shell they inhabited could not possibly do so.
Thus, the girl understood that this was simply her husband's aesthetic. Wearing them pleased him, so she accepted the arrangement.
"Mm." Gilan turned his head and smiled. "What do you think?"
"Warm and peaceful, with sunlight and the fragrance of flowers..."
Tolina looked around and smiled.
"I like it very much."
"I'm glad. Whenever you come to the mortal world, you can stay here. I'll arrange everything for you."
"Mm."
The two chatted as they descended the wooden staircase.
The moment they reached the ground floor, old butler Charles, who had been waiting in the living room, and the young maids cleaning nearby all looked over, then froze.
Their gazes first