Merlin stepped inside, and he was greeted by a small yet very luxurious hall. About twenty meters ahead, a window stretched sideways across the wall.
Gold curtains were tied back at both ends, revealing the bustling scene outside.
Of course, the glass was one-way—only those inside could see out, while anyone outside remained unaware of what was within.
On the right were two tall wooden doors, and in front of them stood a woman unfamiliar to him.
"Welcome, Young Master Merlin," she greeted politely.
Merlin looked her over and asked, "Are you... Lisa?"
"Oh?" Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?"
She remembered that Merlin hadn't seen her before—he had lost consciousness the last time. Merlin chuckled softly. "I know because you're Margaret's personal maid. Am I right?"
Lisa was a highly skilled swordmaster. By now, her strength should be at the Seventh Awakening level, nearly reaching the Eighth Awakening—an extraordinary feat even on this continent.
