Few seconds in, gold statues and metal chandeliers dominated the vast hallway corridors. Outside, garden gnomes stood scattered across flourishing green grass, while tiny circular spheres of shimmering mist floated through the air, vibrating with the black-lined rainbow ambience. All the vibrant designs blended seamlessly into the estate, giving it a refined, authentic grandeur capable of hosting even a prince at the very least.
Cammador'e glanced around. "Now where to go next?" he said casually, studying what appeared to be a layout of the now-confirmed mansion. He quickly examined it and chose a decent room just before his own; all the other rooms appeared to be empty.
Cammador'e soliloquy: "I never thought my day would end like this… from shopping to caring for a complete stranger. Cammy, someday you'll pay for being too trustful. I guess she wasn't wrong—my time is already paying for my impotency. Lemme call the doctor and have a sweet session of shut eye."
He sighed, covered the boy with a blanket, and quietly left the room, carefully closing the door so as not to startle him.
Morning quickly escalated, and the doctor had already been invited in by a foreign person. He wore a worker's outfit—maybe he was a worker, or perhaps just cosplaying; who knows?
The doctor was steadily examining the boy's body, jotting down several interesting findings. As he was about to be accompanied to the reader with the foreign maid, Cammador'e suddenly appeared, wearing puffy dog pajamas and casually rubbing his eyes while traces of sleep still lingered in them. He leaned against the wall as he dragged his lazy self toward the two unknown figures.
Cammador'e: "Hey Devan, how's the thing going on?"
Devan—that was the mysterious maid's name. He quickly cleared his throat of morning laziness and responded, slightly bending his left leg, bowing his head, and keeping his hands clasped behind his back in a crisscrossed manner.
"How is your ring, good sir? Breakfast is ready in the dining room. Pardon me, may I ask what this thing you seem to recall is all about?" he said.
Cammador'e: "Come on, this thing going on here… and please raise your head."
Devan: "So the thing you are mentioning is the young kid's check-up?"
Cammador'e: "Yes, you get me now. I was a bit scared there—you wouldn't guess my signs," he said, waving his hands as though morning confusion had overtaken him.
Devan: "Sir Williams Centinel has arrived to conduct the check-up. I have already passed on your fine regards to his funding management board, and they warmly accept your gracious rewards and call for Williams Centinel."
He respectfully lowered his head and introduced Williams Centinel with focused eye contact and composure.