"A butler has already been ready to take care of your needs, sir," Juino informed Nox, as he walked through the huge hallway, which seemed to go on for an eternity.
The hallway exuded an air of opulence, its ancient walls adorned with a myriad of paintings, and a plush red carpet gracing its polished marble floor. Glimmering chandeliers, cast in gold, punctuated the ceiling at regular intervals, their radiance dispelling shadows from every crevice of the elongated passage.
Navigating through an array of doors crafted from wood, stone, metal, and marble, he eventually paused before a seemingly ordinary entrance. This door, however, possessed an understated elegance, its core hewn from exquisite birch wood, while the frame boasted a deeper mahogany hue.
With intentions to knock, he began to raise his fist, yet before his hand could complete its journey, the gate yielded, swinging open with an almost supernatural grace, revealing a figure similar to him in physique, standing on the other side.
"This is Atticus Spencer... He will be performing his duties as your personal butler as long as you are still a member of our inn. He will be able to acquire for you almost anything you wish," Juino said, offering a slight bow to Menace, before moving to the side and gesturing for him to go inside.
Atticus looked much like a human man, except for the tiny, curved horn that protruded from the centre of his forehead.
His skin was fair and smooth, which made his chiselled face and lean physique all the more charming. He was almost the same height and age as the masked man before him.
His body was covered with a black tuxedo over a white shirt and black bow tie, similar to that of Jueno's, with the only difference between their attire being that he wore black gloves, unlike the white ones worn by Juino.
"I hope your stay with us is a pleasant one, kind sir," Juino gracefully said, bowing one last time before leaving the duo.
Somehow, even in the closed-off hallway, a soft breeze traversed, making his long, black, spiky hair flutter gracefully.
"Welcome, sir Menace," he said in a sophisticated manner and sweet voice. "Your room has already been set for you."
Blinking his narrow green eyes set above his straight nose, he invited the masked man to enter the room.
The word 'room' was not suitable for the extravagance that lay before Nox's very eyes. It was much more like an entire penthouse, all for himself.
The entrance led to the decent-sized main hall, resembling that of the modern world of Earth. The floor was made of sparkling white marble, while the walls were painted white with beautiful hand-drawn calligraphy of colourful flowers and trees all around.
Three large, silver chandeliers hung from the beautiful, white fall ceiling in a straight line, illuminating the entire hall with their white light.
A few couches and a coffee table were situated at the centre of the room, beside a row of bookshelves attached to the wall.
To the right of the couches, a modular kitchen-bar, which was not made into a separate room but was included in the hall itself, was present at the corner, with kitchen cabinets hanging from the walls as well as on the ground.
Facing the couches was a huge window, covering the entire wall. The window looked out onto a beautiful and calming beach, with graceful waves crashing against the golden sand. The sun was high up in the sky, making the endless body of water glimmer dazzlingly under it.
Beside the giant window were three wooden doors: one leading into Nox's bedroom, another to a guest room, and the third one probably belonged to the butler.
Slowly, Menace opened the door to his bedroom. What lay before his eyes made a slight smile appear on his face.
A comfortable king-size bed with white bed sheets, a neatly folded white blanket, and cushions opposite each other was what he had dreamed of while he slept on tree branches.
The floor was completely covered in a furry white mat, nicely complementing the plain white walls with the inconspicuous, light golden, hand-made designs all around it.
A few cabinets were situated at the corner of the spacious room, just beside the bed, with a door leading to the washroom opposite them.
In brief, the entire house was incredibly calming and pleasant.
Closing the bedroom door, Nox stood in front of the large window with his hands behind his back.
The view of the graceful beach gave the penthouse the vibe of an unimaginably expensive resort with an ocean view, which he could never even have dreamed of affording back on Earth.
"Is this an illusionary skill?" he curiously inquired.
"That is correct, sir," replied the butler, walking towards him after seeing off Juino. "I can change it to some other scenery if you wis-"
"It's alright. This is fine," he said, sitting on one of the couches that faced the window.
Atticus nodded, moving to stand beside Menace, awaiting his orders.
The next few minutes passed slowly, with Nox looking out the window, taking in the beauty of the Tower's magic while controlling himself from reminiscing back to his days on Earth.
Reclining back on his couch, he raised his open palm towards his mask, but stopped himself as soon as he touched it.