Outside the administrator's residence, a building transformed from an old castle.
Lumian strolled through the gardens and approached the front door. He said to the valet standing guard, "I need a word with Madame Pualis."
The valet—clad in a crimson shirt and ivory pants—sized him up warily and asked, "What's this about?"
Is this brat here to make trouble?
Lumian scoffed. "That's not for you to know."
Why would some servant care so much? Who do you think you are? How many kids have you popped out?
The valet hesitated before deciding to pass the message to Madame Pualis and let her decide if she wanted to entertain this cheeky young man.
Lumian loitered by the entrance for a few minutes. When the valet returned, Lumian said, "Madame will see you in the small parlor."
