Lanci was telling Isatia.
Initially, he was afraid Lan Fu would damage the piano, so he heard the story from Hyperion.
"Boo hoo."
In Isatia's smile, a glimmer of tears quickly appeared.
"Let's go inside first."
Talia gently patted the back of her sobbing sister.
Soon, they ascended the immaculate white stairs, with the mansion's butler, Hans, waiting at the door, bowing his head.
"Welcome back, everyone."
Pushing open the heavy oak door, a crystal chandelier crafted by Ichrite's ancient artisans hung from the six-meter-high ceiling, with the facets of the crystal reflecting light throughout the grand entryway.
A golden staircase spiraled upward directly to the second floor.
"Is lunch being prepared?"
Duke Migaya asked Hans, while greeting the attendants and maids who had been waiting in the mansion for some time.
"Of course."
The butler, Hans, replied respectfully.
