The figure who entered made Finn's stomach drop—it was her. The same maid he had seen back in the Whispering Forest. Sharp, ghostly, that same poker face that looked like she'd never cracked a smile in her life.
Then it clicked. Was this what she meant by her "maid company"? Was this man her boss? Haus Silbertraum or whatever she'd called it?
Finn suddenly wasn't buying the whole "maid company" story anymore. This felt less like a cleaning service and more like a federal government agency that just happened to wear maid uniforms.
The maid—girl—stopped beside him, studying him closely. Her cold eyes scanned him head to toe, as if examining every bone in his body. Then, shockingly, her expression shifted. For once, her face changed from indifferent to faintly amused.
"What's the matter, Silvara?" the man asked.
