"Greetings, Madam Petrison."
Airina curtsied with a light bow.
Before her, by a grand mansion, stood an older but astonishingly elegant woman.
Airina felt the sharp glare piercing through her.
She did her best not to shudder as she gave a polite smile.
Marquise Petrison was a mature woman with soft curly hair just below her shoulders.
Her eyes were of a curious color.
It was a mix of deep blue and wine-red, blending in the middle to create dark indigo color.
She wore dark, tightly-fitted gowns with obvious cut down the middle for easy movement.
The dress was mostly cold black with feathered motif and many layers of light fabric.
The Marquise looked quite young for her age, she shone like a 20 year old at 30.
Looking down, madam Petrison nodded at the polite greeting.
"Good day, Miss Mailey. It is an honor that you've accepted my invitation to grace me with your presence."
Airina stopped bowing, standing up straight with a smile.
"Not at all, Madam Petrison. I am truly grateful to have the privilege to visit your manor."
Madam Petrison nodded, looking less cold and quite pleased at Airina's attitude.
"Very well, please enter."
With that, madam Petrison turned around and walked into the mansion.
Without missing a beat, Airina moved in to follow her.
Her two 'bodyguards' walked only a step behind, as they should.
Dager felt his nerves tightening.
The amount of scolding he received inside of the carriage left a strong impression.
And so, he decided to rather bite off his own tongue than to speak up.
Like a pro, he hid his exasperation at the magnificent interior.
He's someone who's seen things much more surreal than a shiny ceiling, although Juny sure would enjoy looking at it...
He stealthily shook his head.
After a minute of walking, the Marquise entered a wide room with soft looking couches and seats.
Since he got a tour from Airina before, he could tell that this was just a very much exaggerated room for meeting guests.
There were many snacks and types of tea on the table.
With great resolve, Dager pushed all his saliva down his throat.
He decided that simply not looking at it might help.
Soon the servants left and the three shared looks.
After Dager skimmed his eyes around to scan the room, he nodded.
Seeing the signal that noone was watching them, Airina spoke up.
"Madam Petrison. In the letter, you mentioned very unusual supernatural phenomena, is that correct?"
The Marquise nodded, her gaze as cold as ice.
"That's indeed the case. Isn't that why you and your 'bodyguards' were allowed entry?"
Dager swiftly held back his frown.
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