Matilda stepped into the opulent mansion, a throbbing headache clouding her mind. She collapsed onto a plush couch, her thoughts a jumble. "Why can't I remember anything that happened there?" she murmured to herself, frustrated:
"Not even a single thing."
Georgia, a worried frown on her face, approached cautiously. "Mistress, are you alright?" she asked, glancing at Jabez and the other five who stood by, their expressions equally bewildered.
Matilda looked at her feet, avoiding eye contact. "Is there a place where I can train and get stronger?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.
"There are ruins, dungeons, and secret realms," Georgia replied, her voice soft and respectful. "If you wish to advance quickly, you should clear a secret realm."
Matilda's head shot up, her resolve hardening. "Then take me to the strongest secret realm."
"...?!"
The seven servants froze. Georgia stammered, her eyes wide with shock:
