They strolled towards the door that divided the Pearl Wing from the Master's room, a place she hadn't ventured into during her last visit. However, her memory remained vivid, with distinct recollections of wet hair dripping on the floor and the acute embarrassment she experienced when caught eavesdropping.
Egon chuckled and looked down at her with a fond expression as he swung the door open, evidently reliving the same memories.
Upon entering the Master's room, she had expected a bedroom, but the bed proved to be rather small, not really suited for a man of Egon's stature. The remainder of the room, furnished with a bureau, bookshelves, and a corner housing a round table, had the ambience of a study rather than a space for repose.
In contrast to the inner room, this one had a window that Adelaide walked over to, absorbing the vista: the distant horizon, the expansive land, and the shifting hues in the sky following the sunset.
