Nolan snapped out of his reverie, shaking his head softly with a faint smile.
"It's all right, Marquis Orlan. Actually, I feel quite comfortable. The interior suits my taste," he replied casually, taking a step closer.
Orlan sighed in relief and smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."
Guided by Alex, they continued walking deeper into the mansion. Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway on the right.
"Father!"
The sweet, milky voice startled them.
They instinctively turned toward the sound and saw a little girl running toward them.
She wore an adorable blue dress, adorned with a white ribbon tied at the back. Her flowing skirt revealed her small, delicate feet.
Her face was pretty, but her skin was unusually pale, as if drained of blood.
Yet her bright green eyes and sweet smile radiated pure innocence.
Her long, bluish-white hair was gathered into a small bun, highlighting her delicate beauty.
