Chapter 5: Lunelle Misthylene
“M-Master?”
“Haik.”
“Oh... my goodness.”
Whitney, who had left the mansion at dawn without an escort, claiming an urgent matter, returned by carriage—causing Sasha, who had been sweeping the courtyard with the other maids, to widen her eyes in shock.
“Good morning, Sasha.”
“......”
Because standing next to him, with his usual suspicious smile, was a girl none of them had ever seen before.
“U-Um, the person beside you...”
Sasha cautiously opened her mouth, trying to ask while watching his expression—but her words caught in her throat.
Not because Whitney’s bone-chilling warning resurfaced in her memory. But because the appearance of the girl next to him was so miserable it was hard to look at her directly.
A pale, starved face as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Bruises and wounds scattered across her body. And most of all, those hollow, lightless eyes.
It reminded Sasha eerily of the nightmare she'd once had—of being locked in the mansion’s basement after messing something up. Cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.