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"This is the mansion's private temple, It is over a hundred years old, built specifically for the family. You may use it if you please. However, that section over there is out of bounds to everyone except Mr. Gousuke."
The Gojo clan's head butler-Xari-was giving you a grand tour of the mansion, his voice stiff and monotonous.
"Mr. Gousuke likes to pray for at least an hour every day in that spot. No one else is allowed to step foot in that section."
Looking over to the section, you notice Mr. Gousuke was, in fact, there kneeling. His blue orbs flickering over to you and the butler.
A smile made its way to his face as he lifted his hand to beckon you over, surprising both you and Xari.
"Uh... it seems that, Sir. Gousuke requests your presence." Xari sounded, allowing you to pass him with a bow. Hesitantly, you made your way over to where the elder knelt. Lowering yourself onto the cushion beside him.
"How are you faring, my dear?"
Hnestly, after the words, Mr. Seiji had exchanged with you. You were feeling a bit worried about how your time here would turn out. Though there was another side of you that told you to be grateful that he was kind to you at all.
"Quite well. I did get a bit lost today, but Xari found me, thankfully." At this, the elder snickered.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to estate in no time. I'm happy to see you're doing well." He grinned. "Do not let Xari take up too much of your time, though. You are to have lunch with Satoru." He reminded you.
Your heart thumped at the reminder and realization that you will soon have to spend time alone with Satoru.
"Don't look so glum, dearest. I've had myself a little talk with my grandson, I promise he'll be on his best behavior."
"Thank you, Mr. Gousuke." You said this, although you had an idea that Mr. Gousuke's talk had little to no effect on the mentioned male.
A howling screech echoed out from behind where you knelt with the elder, whirling around you saw the disheveled sight of Xari who clutched his chest as the looming figure of Satoru stood behind him-snacking on pack of small sweets.
