Lize scuttled down the stairs and arrived at the first floor of the palace. She knitted her brows, scanned the surroundings, and let out a long sigh. At this moment, a calm voice sounded.
"Is anything the matter, Madam Lize?"
"Miss Agatha."
Lize turned toward Agatha and the latter appeared as apathetic as always. In fact, almost everyone was rather fearful toward her, where even Marlene grumbled that Agatha was stricter and more terrifying than her etiquette trainer. However, she was still full of respect toward Agatha. On the other hand, Lize couldn't help but feel uneasy every time she gazed at her wiggling tentacles.
"Ah. I'm looking for Mr. Rhode, but he isn't in his room…"
"Master is out at the moment."
Agatha extended her left, glossy tentacle forward and picked up a cleaning rag.
