Chapter 784. Marceline And Madeline
Even though Mauve had wanted to take the guests by herself to the dining hall, somehow, Jael had gotten wind of her plan and was currently standing next to Mauve as she knocked on the door of Madeline’s room.
She almost wished the poor woman wouldn’t respond because she was sure she would get a fright as soon as she did, but there was no convincing Jael. She sighed—this was only making things worse. However, Jael said he wouldn’t let a bunch of strangers cancel their tradition. She tried to explain that it wasn’t a cancellation, it was just one time, but Jael wasn’t having it, and now here they were.
Madeline answered faster than the first time, and Mill didn’t need to knock again. As expected, she reacted as though she had seen a ghost. Her face paled, and her hand clutched the necklace around her neck. Mauve didn’t notice it until she grabbed it.
However, she recovered quickly and curtsied, clearly embarrassed about her reaction. "Princess, The Primus," she bowed.
"Madeline," it was Jael who spoke first, and Mauve worried he might say something bad, but all he did was call her name.
"Are you ready?" Mauve asked, hoping to get her mind off what had just happened. She didn’t blame Madeline for her reaction to Jael—she had had the same reaction too.
"Yes," Madeline replied, nodding a little too hard. She didn’t lift her head and didn’t move.
"Alright, please come with us," Mauve said and started to move Jael away to give the woman some room to breathe.
Next, they stopped at Ferguson’s room. If Madeline had reacted like she had seen a ghost, Ferguson had acted as though he had seen the devil himself. He immediately started sweating, and he bowed so low, Mauve feared the old man might break his back.