As the maid said those words, both Arthur and Yuna looked at each other.
Arthur said, "That was fast."
Yuna nodded.
"It is. I thought she would arrive tomorrow or something."
Both Yuna and Arthur got up from the table.
They started making their way outside the mansion.
The hallway was quiet, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. Arthur glanced out the tall windows lining the corridor, catching a glimpse of the black sedan parked near the entrance. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow across the manor grounds.
Just as they came out, they saw a platinum-blond-haired girl getting off a black sedan.
Her platinum-blond hair shimmered in the light, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. Her brown eyes were warm yet sharp, holding both kindness and determination. A sheathed sword rested on her hip, its hilt polished and refined.
