In the grand entrance of the Archer Manor.
Ophelia was standing between a line of servants, bowing their heads to show their respect for her.
She was standing in front of another individual, who has a composed posture and demeanor.
The individual in front of Ophelia exuded an air of authority, their piercing gaze and confident stance captivating the attention of everyone present.
As Ophelia returned the individual's nod with a slight smile, it was evident that this person held a position of great importance within the Archer Manor.
Ophelia nodded, a flood of memories washing over her. "Thank you, Benidict. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Benidict's eyes held a twinkle of nostalgia. "Indeed, it has, Your Grace. So much has changed since you left. The manor has missed your presence."
