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Leaving the vampire aside and going through everyone like someone trying to hide her attributes, she continued:

"In case I can't open the door for you during the day, you should know that between the ground and the roots there is a passage that gives entrance under the kitchen floor. You can also use the fireplace, but unfortunately it must always be lit. Wait for me here, I'll open it for you."

Disappearing from where she was, Silvia appeared as she opened the front door to the house.

"Welcome..."

Both her voice and demeanor changed drastically, as if she had put on a totally different being. If Rey had not seen her acting the same way as when she was forced to say her name, he would have assured that they had changed the maid.

The members of the group walked through the door which, once opened, radiated an incredible glow that could only belong to another world. The interior of the place, with a minimalist style on the outside, stood out for its fine architectural combination of various eras and worlds. Columns of marble and limestone, detailed with gold, silver and bronze plated insignia, symbols and stories. The ceiling was composed of semicircular arches with floral touches that made use of the pillars and merged with paintings in movements. The stairs and the balcony conveyed the sensation of amplitude and height, while the finely cast glass and ironwork were integrated into each other. Symmetry was the main feature of the floor, which made use of a carpet just below the armchairs and armchairs. The furniture and paintings showed ostentation and waste of goods and wealth. The residence was a fusion of the tastes of the tenants who would inhabit it, this was obvious to the little boy because none of them seemed to complain or be uncomfortable with where they were going to live. Rey knew that the first floor consisted of a large living room, which connected to the dining room, from the dining room to the kitchen and past a hallway, were the bedrooms. Going up the shiny staircase, on the other side of the fireplace, one could reach the upper floor, which had a balcony and only one door leading to a bedroom.

Silvia, pointing with her open hand to the different parts of the house, continued:

"At the top of the stairs is the master bedroom. We have kitchen, living room, dining room, multiple bathrooms and the rest of the rooms are down the hall. They don't need to be confined."

With different gestures and nonverbal language, Silvia spoke and acted like someone who should have correct posture, move with elegance and style at all times. Making smooth and harmonious gestures wherever she went, also to perform any of the tasks she was given.

At the same time that the elders went inside, Rey noticed something at that moment: his father could very well be the strongest, the living example of someone who throws himself into combat and guides his followers in a charismatic way, making sure that his back never touched the ground or saw a blow, but the one who pulled the strings and kept such a chaotic and disparate group was Maryam. Of course, the more members the group had, the stronger it would be, and the vampire was not against such an occurrence. Perhaps, like Wulfgang, Silvia was acting the way she was acting because of Maryam's presence.

As soon as everyone entered the interior of the house, Mijan took the opportunity to voice his concerns to the servant girl.

"If it's usual for you to disappear and reappear as a ghost... I'm not going to feel very comfortable to say the least. Especially when you can't be felt at all."

In response to the comment, Silvia showed a discreet smile, to suddenly make the door close by itself after everyone entered. Ehimus went white with fear, Mijan and Heroclades searched for an explanation to the event, except for Katherine, who for some reason was furious and looked at the light elf as if she was about to explode. The servant girl, tall and slender in build, ignored the muscular vampire's palpable irritation as she surveyed the tenants up and down. The little green one commented in a voice so low she could barely be heard:

"I think this house is much more fantastic than I expected. It doesn't match the outside appearance with the inside at all."

The maid turned her gaze from everyone to focus on the little girl in green, who had made a comment that was not too far from the truth. Silvia did not know what to say or how to refer to it. With politeness and etiquette, she decided to respond to the comment while with her open hand she pointed to the door:

"As you know, young lady, the inside of the house is not connected to the outside and it's all thanks to that door. This house, over time, will accommodate the needs of its tenants. Example: their rooms will be enlarged without limits, they will have what they need, when they need it, so they won't get bored."

Rey realized that, with those words, the maid had not corrected Ehimus and at the same time had explained, without being impolite, the correct reason for something. But Silvia was creating a distance between the guests and herself by speaking in that way. As if formality would widen the field between friendship and duty.

Wulfgang also seemed to realize that the maid was acting aloof and, in an attempt to cut the so palpable distance, proceeded to introduce herself:

"The little green-haired one, this is Ehimus Eximos Of-Elves. This is Heroclades Poro Of-Greece, my current master. She is Katherine Priovam Of-Amazons, sister of the one who carried in my arms. This is Mijan Bloke Of-Technologies. My name is Lobato Wulfgang Of-Arkadia. And my dear wife, here, between my arms, is Maryam Priovam Of-Nazareth. Silvia Dina, at this moment, I speak for all of us and we are delighted that you welcome and accommodate us. You can leave formalities aside and call us by our first name, yes?"

Silvia nodded happily, interlocking the fingers of her hands in front of her chest and flashing a smile as she gave a little prance. Immediately, a but came up:

"Nothing would make me happier, sir. Although I'm afraid that won't be possible. I am strictly forbidden to interfere directly or indirectly with those who inhabit the facility. I am a servant and serving is my job; if I do not follow the rule, I will have to face the consequences. I ask you not to go any further into this matter..."

Rey was thoughtful, not about Silvia's situation, but about the components that made up a name. He understood that the first part was the name by which an individual was recognized. He was called Rey, although he did not have a last name like his siblings. Neither he nor his siblings carried the third component, "Of-".

Silvia continued:

"It is a pleasure to serve you tenants from so many different places that exist out there... I hope you have enough time to tell me your stories, for nothing is truly insignificant to me. Again I introduce myself: I am Silvia Dina "The third one", and I am for your services.

"Different places that exist out there." Silvia's words brought clarity to the thoughtful little boy. The third component of the proper name in a presentation referred to the place of origin. Along with this, Rey also understood something crucial: listening to adult conversations required more than just paying attention to the topic. He could admit that, if at that moment the Great Wise Wizard asked him to explain some of the history of the adults' arrival, he would not be able to do so, not if he just kept listening for the sake of listening. Rey understood that there was a big difference between listening and understanding, that just by listening he would not get the knowledge because listening does not require much effort, being something that was done unconsciously. On the other hand, understanding requires full attention and retaining needs even more energy so that the information understood is not easily forgotten, as the Great Magician had warned him. "I am not to continue listening from now on. I have to interpret and understand the meaning so that I can act accordingly if necessary...", he said to himself.

From one second to the next, the newcomers had already spread throughout the residence. Touching everything and seeing everything like curious little ones who had a new place to explore and conquer.

Rey was curious too. It was no less true that he was already familiar with the residence, but he had never entered anyone's room, as he was not an adult and consequently did not have one of his own. Regardless of the issue of understanding, he believed it was also important to observe everything carefully. Turning his head as he heard footsteps up the stairs, Rey watched his parents follow Silvia's directions.

On the second floor, after climbing the stairs, Rey stared at the huge red heart accompanied by grazes protruding from the relief of the wood that made up the door to the room he had never dared to enter. The entrance was just as he remembered it, with multiple silhouettes depicting patterns so well carved that they made it impossible to think of anyone having done it with their hands. The polished doorknob had a yellow glow that could turn normal light into a golden glow, which reflected a yellowish hue. Wulfgang, with a weary attitude, said:

"To the good anyone can easily get used to. I have no reason to feel uncomfortable," he added as if it were the mantra he kept repeating to himself over and over again.

Silvia had the courtesy to turn the golden knob and open the door for the couple who, without much delay, entered the room where they could rest undisturbed.

Rey remained outside. They had closed the door almost in front of his nose, leaving him no time to enter. Curiosity called to him, but he wasn't too happy to walk through anything. As he raised his hand and made contact with the wood, he realized that it was solid. He remembered that during the instant in which Mijan pierced him, everything went out, he heard strange sounds and he didn't feel very pleasant. But it was an instant in which he managed to break through something in that world. Maybe he could not go through the door, not because it could not be crossed, but because he did not know how to do it voluntarily.

The little one that no one saw could walk as everyone else did. It wasn't like he was sinking to the ground or floating through the air like a ghost, so what was the difference? The answer was obvious to him. Propose or wait. Yes. Every time he set out to touch or waited for something to touch him, he could not. Even at the moment when he consciously willed his feet to touch the ground he walked on, he began to sink. That was the key: "wanting". So, Rey wanted to touch the door and the result was that with his fingers he managed to go through the door. Then followed his hand, his head and finally his body.