Zaroth may have entered Elysia's mansion before, but it was much different now.
Before, he had done so because he was going to receive help from her for the tournament.
But now, that was no longer the case; this time, he had come for something else.
"Follow me,"
Zaroth nodded as he began to walk behind her.
As she began to ascend the stairs, Zaroth realized that this was the first time he was heading to the upper floor of her home.
"Wow," he couldn't help but mutter; the next floor was even more impressive than the last.
Not only that, but it was spotless. And nobody was here.
Didn't Elysia have servants that kept all of this clean, or did she somehow clean it herself?
A moment later, Zaroth remembered that it was night, so there were probably servants somewhere, just not at this hour.
Elysia stopped before a door as she furrowed her eyebrows.
It seemed that she was thinking about something.
