Chapter 468: Syndra Lordon (2/2)
”I suppose,” he stared the cycle, ”-can I have-”
”No,” said she adamantly, ”-another will bring it to the noble district.”
The drive took to the north-east where a massive castle stood overlooking the capital. The noble district changed with bigger and better manors. Roads were cleaner, a visible difference in maintenance.
'Lordon's Manor,' the car pulled into a long ever twisting driveway. Soon a garage with multiples of vehicles passed them by until an enormous resplendent manor. Countless windows went from left to right, there were no special features, no slated roofs nothing, only decorated support pillars. Counting from the ground floor, there were three with each adorned with immaculate carvings and paints.
”We're here,” said she with servants opening the door, ”-come, don't be shy.”
'Obnoxious,' standing in the less than presentable outfit felt embarrassing. The retainers gave side-eyes at the newbie. 'How big does a house have to be?'
”Madia, give him a room and explain what is supposed to be done around here.”
”As you wish, lady Yuki.”
”Before you go,” added the lady, ”-make sure to learn from the cooks, they are experienced,” she soon crossed the portal into a life he couldn't imagine.
The maid kindly gave a tour of the outhouse. ”You'll sleep here from now on. The kitchen is down the hall if you ever need something to eat or want to cook. The chefs usually come here in the morning.”
”Don't they sleep here?”
”No, they work nightshifts at another restaurant. Don't worry, it'll get easier with time.”
A simple room with a warm bed, a single table, and a view onto manor. The gentle breeze inside was refreshment beyond the mortal realm. The body slipped into sleep without realizing it.
'Don't, please, don't kill her,' the sleep broke after a nightmare. The latter had him shaking to the point of hysteria, vertigo and lightheadedness grew into nausea. 'Calm down.' Time showed 04:00, going to sleep would be a losing fight. 'I'll go mess around,' he shuffled along the wooden floor into the ominous kitchen. A flick flared the light across the utensils and marbled floor. 'Looks exactly like the one at Loron.' Fruits and vegetables were placed into baskets, the fridges and cupboards held jars of spices and garnish. 'I can make a feast with this,' quick to tie the apron, the cooking began.
*Screech,* '-someone's trying to sneak in,' the heightened hearing locked onto a window in the hallway. A twist lowered the sizzling stove to aid and give a clear image. 'He's trying to open from the outside,' he leaped to the door with a wooden spoon.
”Who's there,” he barged into the hall menacingly.
”OUCH!” the intruder hit its head onto the frame, ”-keep it quiet!” the moon shone onto the figure, a girl with hair tied in twin-tails had her dress stuck onto a nail.
”Who are you?”
”Syndra Lordon, come on, help me, I'm stuck,” the attitude came across as pretentious.
'Lordon,' he paused, ”-aren't you supposed to be at that mansion over there?” gently pulling out the phone, ”-I wonder what lady Yuki might think of this,” the flash blinded her eyes.
”Please, help me,” it lessened into politeness.
”Fine.”
”At last,” she made for the kitchen.
”DON'T RUN AWAY!”
Not apparent at first, the girl was around the same age as him, the night's veil made her seem younger. She towered before the stove with a look of dejection, ”-what are you making?”
”Don't know,” replied he returning to the stove, ”-whatever comes to mind. More importantly, who are you exactly?”
”Forgot to introduce myself,” she curtsied, ”-the only daughter of the Lordon's. Is that sufficient?”
”Impressive,” said he ignoring her presence, ”-lady Yuki has a daughter.”
”Why is that impressive?” asked she sat on the counter.
”She doesn't look like a mother,” he shrugged, ”-what would an orphan know anyway.”
”You say something?”
”No,” the attention turned to prepping the other batch of ingredients, ”-are you an aspiring chef too?”
”No, I'm more interested in music. I do cook from time to time, mother sort of forces me to do it. What of you, I've not seen you here before?”
”Lyoko Igna, Lady Yuki randomly said I was to become her apprentice, and here I am.”
”Oh, the boy I saw on the video,” she took out her phone and showed the clip, ”-look, it's gotten a lot of views.”
”Oh, that's what Joe referred to. On that topic, why did you sneak into the outhouse, surely there's nothing of interest here.”
”On the contrary,” she pulled onto a cupboard, ”-this here is my secret stash of snacks. I got hungry. Don't tell mother else I'll lie about you being inappropriate towards a young lady.”
”I do have photos of you sneaking into the outhouse… I wonder which one will cause more damage, proof, or fiction?”
”Whatever,” she pouted.
”Miss Lordon, would you like to have a taste?”
”Please, let me taste the talent of which mother kept on rambling about for the past few days.”
One bite turned into two, then three, four, five, her hands moved without the mind's intervention. The deliciousness had her giggling as if a child. ”How did you get such a texture?”
”Here,” he wrote the thought process behind the snack, ”-I want to experiment with a few exotic ingredients – they might add more flavor.”
”What more flavor?” spoke she gracefully wiping her lips, ”-it's already delicious.”
”I want it to explode on the first bite,” said he staring at the ceiling in search of answers.
”Just ask mother, she'll get the items for you.”
”No, not that, the items I need can only be found in the dungeon.”