Perfikot followed the old prince through a corridor lined with various armors and portraits to a tranquil yet cozy small parlour.
In the parlour, there was a small fireplace with a fire already lit, making the room somewhat warm.
At the same time, a unique aroma filled the parlour, involuntarily causing one to feel relaxed and unconsciously lower their defenses.
To this, Perfikot merely raised her eyebrows again, took off her coat, and then sat down on the armchair in front of the fireplace.
Beifa took Perfikot's coat and hung it on her arm, while still holding a small suitcase in the other hand.
