The entrance stood open to welcome Vincent, who had a strong facial expression that was camouflaged in the dark light setting in the main hall.
With his long legs cane, his long strides with his eyes dull and his skin a bit pale. Charles popped out from one of the corridor and clicked behind Vincent hurriedly, with his head straight ahead.
He made his way to the stairs as his dark pupils noticeablely looked around searching for a certain someone.
"How has she been? " His chilly voice sang as he threw his weigh on the chair in his room that was still dark as he was yet to put on the light.
Charles stood at the side of the door, hidden and his gloved hands behind him. "Her clumsiness is damaging the properties." He said indifferently, withholding the fact of the first question that was asked.
With his fingers tapping on the armrest, his eyes gazing into the darkness, but he withheld his tongue because the Butler knew not to speak without being told to.
