Rolls
A magnificent carriage powered by ether rolled down the busy streets, attracting the eyes of merchants, buyers, passersby, as well as beggars. A young man sat inside this luxurious machine and looked out the tinted glass of the window for a short while, before looking forward back into the eyes of the maid seated across from him. The young man himself was dressed in a night-sky blue shirt and white trousers that contrasted sharply against the shirt, highlighting his silver hair.
"So... how long has it been since I arrived at the mansion?" the young man asked, looking directly into the lady's emerald green eyes. Her hazel brown hair, styled in curls, flowed down her back in an elegant and majestic sway. She was dressed in black and white maid attire, which emphasized her dizzying curves.
"...It happened a week ago?" she said, and he frowned.
One week? he thought. He definitely hadn't anticipated that.
[Your soul had to recover from the effect of enslaving Vivian]
Soul?
