"So, what about the information?" Katrina inquired, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Desmond paused for a moment, wearing a mischievous grin on his face, before clapping his hands three times. The echoes reverberated through the room, and a servant promptly entered the dining room, attentive to Desmond's call.
"Kindly instruct all the servants to vacate the premises immediately and secure the seal," Desmond commanded with authority.
"Yes, young master," the servant acknowledged, swiftly retreating from the room to carry out the orders.
Katrina and Desmond remained in the dining room, attuned to the sounds that followed. Footsteps echoed from all directions, accompanied by the gentle creaking of wooden floorboards under the weight of the departing servants.
After a few minutes, silence enveloped the house, an almost palpable stillness broken only by the faint hum of magic that surrounded them.
