114 Their House (1/2)
The clip-clop from the horses' hooves finally came to a stop in front of a mansion. The fences were adorned with various flowers as its coiled around the tip, almost touching both of the lamp's frame. As the gate was made of thick wood, one couldn't see what's hiding behind it, however, from one glance, they would understand that the owner's status was no ordinary noble in the street.
*creak
The gate was cut in half as it slid to the right and to the left. Revealing an old butler that took a bow. ”Welcome back lady Clemora and lady Biane.” Though the butler was clearly old, his voice was as fresh as any middle-aged man would sound.
”Yes, thank you, Graff,” said Clemora as she jumped down from the seat and proceed further in the mansion. Biane followed suit as she held Fenrir in her hands.
”My, you two sure don't look so well,” said Graff as he continued with a chuckle, ”Ah, please hold your liquor next time.”
”N-no it's not like that, we just have a... rough travel,” said Biane as she glanced at the man who was responsible for this.
”I see, thank the heavens that my lady is fine, but who is this youngster?” asked Graff before he approached Lyon who was still gripping his reign. ”Let me introduce myself, I'm Graff, the butler of house Elgome.”
*thud
Lyon slowly climbed down from the seat before he stretched his right hand, ”I'm Lyon Torga, nice to meet you.”
Graff was a bit surprised by his gesture. In his everyday life, every time he met a guest from his masters, they would act all high and mighty, refusing even to shake his hand. In the nobles' eyes, he was nothing but a commoner. (Is he perhaps also a commoner? His bearing definitely not that of a noble, but his charisma, that sharp look of his, there is something that I just couldn't put a finger. Of all my life I never felt like this) thought Graff.
”Nice to meet you too sir Lyon,” said Graff as he reached out Lyon's hand and gave a firm handshake.
Lyon shook his head with a smile, ”Lyon is fine, my status is not that grand for you to call me sir.”
Graff was clearly taken off guard. His request was a first in his entire career as a butler here. Everyone would like to be referred with a higher title if they were possible, but this youngster flatly refused such courtesy.
”Haha, sir Lyon surely joking, you are my masters' guest, so I'm afraid I have to call you with a 'sir',”
Lyon smiled before walking behind both ladies, ”Whatever, suit you then.”
With his hand behind his head, Lyon looked at his surroundings. There was a well-maintained garden with a greenhouse in the center of it. The maids were tending the plants while some of them were cleaning a little fountain nearby. (I guess, this is what a noble life is like huh, Hmm, I wonder where Ryona and Kyoko are at the moment).
*Creak
Biane opened the door entrance, ”We are home, father.” She declared it clearly so that every room in the mansion heard what she said.
In the middle of the room was a charming middle-aged man, with a well-built figure. He was wearing a gold robe with a black swallow engraved on it. He was looking at a beautiful scenery painting before the trio arrived.
”Oh, we have a guest,” said the charming middle-aged man as he noticed Lyon standing behind both of his daughters.
”Hmm, where are you from young man, are you one of the noble's sons? If so what rank?” asked the man with a deep look in his eyes.