It took a few seconds for Lucian to gather his thoughts because he was currently in an unknown place, seemingly a castle, as said by the maid standing before him.
And the worst part—
He didn't even know whether any of them were allies or enemies.
'I'll have to look through it myself, and see if Lia is really as fine as she said,' he muttered inwardly, lowering his head in thought.
Throughout his silence, the emotionless maid didn't intervene, didn't interrupt even once, simply standing beside the bed like a statue waiting for him.
After a while, Lucian finally exhaled softly before pushing the crimson sheets aside and standing up from the massive bed.
Looking down at himself, he noticed that aside from a pair of black boxers, he wasn't wearing anything else.
"...What happened to the clothes I was wearing?"
He glanced toward the maid while asking the question, since she was likely the only person who seemed to know what had happened to him after he lost consciousness.
