"Wait here." said the guard.
The butler nodded. He waited anxiously at the entrance.
After what seemed like an eternity, the guard emerged from the mansion, accompanied by a middle-aged man dressed in fine attire.
The guards nodded to his friend as a sign of approval. With a relieved sigh, the massive gate creaked open before him. The butler promptly approaches the middle-aged man.
"I heard from the guard that you're a butler from Hagen's Vacation Island. So, why are you here and not at the island?" the man demanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.
The butler took a deep breath, "Sir, it is true that I am from Hagen's Vacation Island." He recalls everything that happen to him in the past few hours.
The middle-aged man's expression shifted from scepticism to one of realization on the gravity of the situation. The tension in the air was palpable as he processed the butler's words.
