Over the next few days, Aren spent his time with the butler, never even getting to know his name. He ate, toured the castle, asked questions, and more.
He hadn't learned anything concerning the trial, or so he thought, but he had managed to come to several important conclusions.
One was the fact that nearly every being, maid, chef, cleaner, and more that walked this castle was strong, terrifyingly so, to say the least.
He also realized that in every tour he made with the butler, he never spoke of a way to leave the castle, nor did he take him close to any window that could show him outside. It was as if the butler was regulating where Aren could go.
Slowly, time trickled by and finally, all the groups had arrived. For those that arrived late, they didn't get the time to explore like the others had, and that put them in a heavy disadvantage.
[...]
Aren and the butler walked through another hallway together, side by side, looking at the paintings on the wall.
