The last descendants of Arlott have died and left the wife with the family's surname. A mansion passed through generations, yet she was unaware of this mansion's existence. Her husband died in an odd and despicable way as if he knew his doomsday, was it a disease that corrupted him or was it the works of someone? Lilith is to unravel everything by what her husband had left for her. The mansion.

Stuck in the forgotten era, she came to a stop before the wooden door. It was loose and the door is barely hinged, the knob rattled open. In her sight, stood a 'person'   ?   ? her hands waver in fear, her scream is just behind her throat, she felt her knees give up. The clock ticked slowly with every second felt eternity. "It was you two" she exclaimed.

lead me to the mansion

Lilith was unsure of the glimmering brightness marked in his face, if his joyful manner would be of any good to her plan or to keep his identity low. 


She knew that standing out amongst the other servant will draw attention which might hinder her discovery. However, this could be a good thing too, to help him from his suffocating bubble of loneliness and mingle with others. 


But it looks like the two had not any concern but to welcome the boy, Lilith was relieved that Ada and Grahams seems to have not a care for her sudden recruitment nor was their face looked puzzled for where this young man had Lilith found. 


Stewt, on the other hand, seems to want to chatter straight away with this young man but could only hold back at least in front of the Madam of the house. 


With his clasped hands, his thumb dancing around on top of another, he politely greeted the new servant. 


Where did you come from?