As the afternoon slowly faded into the hours of the night, far away from the commercial area of Rambruck, within a residential lot for well-off families, one house stood out amidst many, with the engraving Harlock at its gates.
Miss Garnet was now standing still before this gate with a perplexed look on her face. She looked at the gatekeeper, who looked at her in silence, his eyes having a trace of scorn.
"Hmph! That witch, I never want to come here again!"
Miss Garnet cursed as she walked away from the gate with a tinge of anger in her voice; her eyes flickered as she recalled the scene that transpired a few moments back.
In her recollection, she arrived before this compound to inquire about Kailyn's well-being. However, a pretty lady in her thirties with heavy makeup and a formal dress had greeted her. One whose features made her seem no different from a mature version of Kaylin, the Harlock family's very madame, Jean Harlock.
