"Who said that?" Aaris turned and saw a middle-aged man, he was dressed in a black tuxedo with a stovepipe hat on his head.
He was smiling at Aaris and one thing Aaris noticed first about him was the unbelievable amount of mana radiating an ominous pouring out of him.
"Who is he? He doesn't look like a normal knight or mage here, and why did he cover for me?" Aaris moved his gaze to other butlers and maids, and he was stunned and then it clicked on his mind.
"Good morning, his grace, I am sorry I didn't know that." The chief maid spoke,
"His grace? That means he is-" Aaris raised got in stance,
"Welcome to my manor, Rise Kier." That old man smirked and snapped his finger, and all the maid and butler went away from there.
"And you are…" Aaris was sweating, nervous, and intimidated by the man who was edging toward him.
"Hahaha…of course, it doesn't hurt to be sure, I am Senvis Diesswrin."
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– Aaris- POV –
