The Tharot family mansion had a medieval design that exuded both luxury and elegance.
It didn't resemble a typical mansion—it looked more like a royal palace.
The gates were wide, and the garden inside was filled with neatly arranged ornamental plants, each carefully trimmed and maintained.
At the center of the courtyard stood a statue of a robed man plunging his sword into the ground, standing proudly as if to display the Tharot family's past glory.
The carriage passed through the gate without issue. The guards had already granted permission, so there was no need for another inspection.
Moments later, the carriage came to a stop before the mansion's grand entrance.
James immediately stepped down and opened the door for Merlin.
Merlin got out quietly, carrying the graceful air of a noble's son.
"Welcome, Young Master Merlin and Butler James," two maids greeted respectfully. "Lord Frederin and Lady Iris are waiting for you inside."
