Inside the Armand Estate.
Liana hummed softly, a rare gentle melody that brought calm to the quiet dressing room. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the polished floor and the open trunk before her—neatly folded enchanted maid uniforms, all crafted and personally enhanced by her young master, Javier. His mana signature lingered faintly in every fiber.
She carefully lifted one uniform, her fingers caressing the fine stitching at the collar where his initials were subtly sewn. Her eyes softened.
Today… at last… she could go to him.
Her gaze shifted to the white ore magic bow resting on the wall rack nearby. It gleamed faintly, humming with dormant power—one of Javier's proudest creations. She reached for it, then paused to check her side pouch.
She only packed what mattered: three maid uniforms, a few undergarments—simple, light, enchanted for flexibility—a small silk pouch with essentials, and her personal silver comb.
