Finally, they arrived at a garden behind the castle.
Though called a garden, it was more like a crudely tended courtyard. In the center was a slightly withered rose bush, with some hardy shrubs growing along the edges, along with a small patch of Snowball Flowers that bloomed in early summer.
For an adult, the courtyard was not large, its layout clear at a glance. But for a six-year-old child, the intricate paths and waist-high bushes were enough to form a small world in which it was easy to get lost.
"Miss Cecilia, please wait here for a moment. I will go and fetch some refreshments."
The Maid led her to a stone bench in the center of the courtyard. After speaking in a flat tone, she turned and walked away quickly without waiting for a response, her figure soon disappearing through the archway they had come from.
The courtyard instantly fell silent, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
