Morning arrived, ushering in the promise of a new day. I found myself gravitating toward a concealed garden nestled deep within Lucian Hall. As I stood before the grandiose door, my curiosity piqued, I wondered whether this was indeed the right place.
With a hint of hesitation, I rapped my knuckles upon the door's surface, producing an expectant rhythm. A moment later, the very same maid I had encountered the day before greeted me with a courteous salutation.
"Good day, young master Adrian," her voice was as genteel as her manner, and she promptly beckoned me to follow her. I complied, and, to my astonishment, the more we ventured into the garden, the more I was enchanted. This secret haven within Lucian Hall was a verdant sanctuary that had gone unmentioned in the novels. Curiously, it contradicted the described location where Schwi had contacted Tristan—which was at the commercial district.
