Seraphina returned to the second floor so quickly that she almost felt like she was flying as she ascended the stairs. Once she was safely back in her territory and far away from those four men, she took a few moments to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down her racing heart.
Throughout her carrier as the Mafia Queen, she never got embarrassed or shy no matter whatever the situation she faced. She never felt fear, not even when she faced her death during the assassination. She was always the calm, collected, cruel, and cold woman who only showed her perfect side to the world.
However, things had been going drastically different ever since she died and came to live in this weird castle. For the first time in her life, she felt so embarrassed and that too because of a group of men.
"My Lady?"
Seraphina was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Mortimer's familiar voice calling her from behind. When she turned around to face the butler, she found him holding a bucket filled with water and a mop in his hands.
"Can you please take them to my room? I'm going to look around in other rooms to find the furniture I will be shifting in my room." She requested the man who quickly nodded his head in agreement.
"Sure, My Lady. You can go ahead and start looking. I will also join you shortly to help you in moving the stuff. Let me put these in your room first." The man said as he started walking in the direction of Seraphina's room.
"Please don't start moping the room in my absence, Mortimer. It will get dirty while shifting the furniture." She called after the man, knowing fully well that he was indeed planning to mop her room while she would have been busy checking out the furniture in other rooms.
As she heard the man sighing at her words, a smile bloomed on her lips. Turning her attention away from Mortimer's departing back, she started walking in the opposite direction of the corridor to check the other rooms on the floor.
"You sure know how to make the most out of a situation. Don't you? You barely took a look the night before and you are already eyeing the furniture in those rooms." Little creature's voice filled Seraphina's head as she opened the door of one of the rooms and entered inside.
"Why are you here?" She asked the creature as it landed on her shoulder out of nowhere. Unlike in the past, she didn't jump in fear at its sudden appearance.
"Did you want me to stay in that room and scare the life out of that poor, old man? If yes, then I can happily do it for you. However, I can't help but wonder if it will be counted as a murder in my record." As it spoke the last sentence, little creature's voice was actually filled with curiosity that made Seraphina halt in her steps for a moment.
"You are already evil enough to be sent to the depths of hell." She told the fluffball before she resumed with her search. As for the little creature, it scoffed in response to her statement.
Just like Seraphina recalled, there was a huge wooden shelf sitting against one of the walls of the room. As she checked the shelf, she realized that despite the heavy dirt that was covering it, the shelf was as good as new.
"Can you shift these on your own?" The little creature asked as it also assessed the shelf from top to bottom.
"Don't joke. Can't you see how heavy it is?" Seraphina couldn't even move it an inch, let alone taking it all the way to the other side of the hallway where her room was located.
Right at that moment, Mortimer entered the room. "My Lady, how can I help you?"
Seraphina took her time to first look at the old man and then at the wooden shelf. There was no possibility that Mortimer could move the shelf either. "Mortimer, how are we going to shift these heavy furniture to my room?" She asked while pointing at the wooden shelf.
The man took a moment to assess the shelf before he too probably came to the same conclusion - his old bones couldn't handle the weight of such a heavy furniture. "My Lady, please wait a moment." Saying that, he left the room.
A couple of very long minutes later, Mortimer returned to the room, and following after him once again was none other than Arwan.
"What is it?" The Third Shadow Lord asked as his gaze landed on Seraphina who was quite shocked to see him entering the room. It seemed like he was Mortimer's scapegoat everytime the latter failed in solving one of her problems.
"I just asked Mortimer about how we are going to shift these heavy furniture to my room." Seraphina finally found her voice and quickly explained the situation.
As soon as he heard her words, Arwan's gaze shifted toward Mortimer and the butler was ready to defend his action. "That shelf is nearly as heavy as me, My Lord."
A small sigh escaped Arwan's lips before he stepped forward and in one swift motion, he picked up the shelf like it weighed absolutely nothing. "Which one is your room?"