"Miss, it's late. You should rest," the old housekeeper Foster said, not entirely at ease about Perfikot. Seeing that her tent still had the lights on, he came over to remind her to take some rest.
As the housekeeper of the Brandlis Clan, he had served three generations of Brandelis and was well aware of their tendency to become so engrossed in their work that they forgot to eat and sleep.
The old Baron was like this, and Perfikot's father was the same way.
However, the old Baron's sleepless nights were spent thinking about battles, while Perfikot's father pondered issues related to alchemy.
As for the current Perfikot? Foster could only say that sometimes it's not so good for a daughter to take after her father.
"I've got it, I'll rest right away," Perfikot said as she stood up, but failed to notice that her long dress had knocked over a chair, causing her to nearly tip over the table lamp.
Foster quickly steadied the lamp and also caught hold of his mistress.
