Chapter 103. Carnell Manor II

I have never thought that such a society exists in this place that is surrounded by cultural clothing of laces, ribbons, and round gowns. I have never felt so alien as I look down on what I am wearing.

“Good day, your Grace. I am one of the high servants of this house. Gendrill, you may call me,” one of the attendants in the household approached us wearing a gilded-colored satin tunic with a small white cap on his head and a funny mustache.

He looked at me with curiosity and then clapped his hand to catch the attention of one of the maids hovering in the room and once approached us, her head tipped down like it’s not allowed to look at any of the guest’s faces, “You, call the physician quick,”

“Right away, Sir,” the young maid answered and then quickly ran out of the door to look for the person that Gendrill asked her.”

“Thank you. My fiance has been sick since we started our trip to this place. We need a room so she can have a full rest,” Edison asked Gendri