That evening, the front gates of the Armand estate stood open.
Light spilling across the cobblestone path.
Garius stood at the center, cloak swaying faintly in the evening breeze. At his side were Alf and Erinnette.
Behind them, a dozen maids lined up in perfect formation, their posture flawless, their eyes sharp despite the outward appearance of grace. Further back, soldiers and guards stood ready.
Garius let out a long sigh, his gaze steady on the road beyond the gates.
"Alf. Erinnette."
"Yes, my lord?" the two answered in unison.
"Everything is ready?"
"Yes, my lord," Alf replied without hesitation. "The chefs are busy in the kitchen even now. The guest houses are prepared, and our units are stationed in their posts."
Erinnette added smoothly, her voice calm and resolute,
"Their safety remains our main concern, my lord. Hospitality is never a problem for us."
"Good," Garius said, his eyes steady as he watched the road ahead.
