Chris and Archibald returned to Fischer Manor. He didn't tell anyone about his return and went alone to his room to take a bath.
The silver-haired youth standing in the tub had an ancient sculptural beauty and elegance.
After he had cleaned himself, he silently dressed and went to his sister Irene's room.
At the door, Chris saw Vanessa for the first time in a long while, now fifteen years old.
Today's Vanessa wore a white hunting outfit that outlined a fine figure with her shirt, pants, and riding boots, her light green eyes shining like the brightest gems.
She stood at the door with her hands behind her back, smiling, composed, and graceful.
The nearly perfect short-haired girl had only one flaw: Vanessa still limped when she walked.
However, some people in the world still exude grace and poise even with a disability.
Vanessa of today was such a person.
She looked at Chris, curtsied slightly with a smile, and said, "Young Master Chris, you've returned."
