The maid rested a tray filled with colorful pastries and a steaming cup of tea.
"Please don't mind them, they are all foolish."
She curtly stated and shot a warning glare to the other six maids who avoided their gazes or pretended to yawn in return.
"Thank you," Alyssane said.
"My name is Marleen," the maid introduced herself, despite her earlier remarks, she too had a cold hostile tone, "I would be joining you and Her Grace for the hunt."
With that said, she walked away to do something else.
Alyssane silently stared at the tea for a moment. Its delicate scent was something she was unfamiliar with―a floral aroma with hints of something bitter.
'It's not from this place.'
Ever since Alyssane was a child, she had developed a strange habit of different scents, and by now, she had reached a point where there were few things that she could not recognize by scent alone.
Alyssane thought for a moment, 'I cannot trust her.'
