Nellie got up from her bed.
She thought back on the events of yesterday.
The girl's entire face flushed red.
In the sunlight, every detail of the room's decoration was clear.
Colorful gauze curtains, marble tiles, gold-plated wardrobes, soft cotton velvet beds.
Though this abode wasn't like hers at home, just looking at the details suggested it was more luxurious than her family's.
Bear in mind that her family were marquises for dozens of generations.
For a hunter, let alone a demon hunter, such accommodations were excessive luxury.
She opened the door of her room.
In the hall was a row of doors.
Identical to her room's door.
A little over the top, right?
Nellie walked along the hall, reaching the spiral staircase where she moved lightly down the steps.
The aroma of cooked meat wafted throughout the large hall.
A beautiful young girl was setting plates.
In her daze yesterday, she didn't quite recall but in consciousness, she immediately recognised who the girl was.
