The Servant narrowed her eyes cautiously, trying to recall anyone with Lillian's facial structure. Eventually, a spark of realisation flickered in her green eyes.
"Ah, I remember you! You're that good-looking maid belonging to that black-haired noble. Since when were you acquainted with the young lady?"
Lillian smiled a bit.
'Good looks really do make you memorable.'
"Just recently. Has she recovered enough to have a visitor?"
"Hm..." The tanned woman's eyes narrowed in on Lillian, sceptical. Then, without warning, an ominous aura pulsed out of her—enveloping Lillian in an instant.
Shwoom...
The girl felt the pulse wash over her like a light breeze, patting her shoulders and cheeks as though it tried to sense any sort of tension in her muscles.
Afterwards, the aura retracted back into the Servant's body; a satisfied look now painted her face.
