No. Ethan wasn't just kneeling; he was in a full prostration!
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"Perhaps they were cutting costs." But as time passed, it felt like an unnecessary sacrifice.
With a somewhat frustrated tone, Ethan couldn't hide his dissatisfaction. "To hell with these winged rats!" he muttered, referring to the servants or inhabitants of the mansion who seemed to care little for the comfort of their guests.
Ascending a grand stone staircase, the atmosphere seemed to grow heavier with each step they took. But now, as they reached their destination, the assistant brought them to a solemn stop.
The assistant, a young man with a pallid complexion and a frame that seemed almost skeletal, paused for a moment.
He inhaled deeply, as if gathering his composure, before he approached a colossal mahogany door.
