Your father once again took control, assigning a new bodyguard for you. Conversing with him was less appealing than chatting with a wall. Details about this enigmatic man were scarce; all you knew was his affiliation with the Bastards and the constant presence of a foolish fox mask he refused to remove. Oh, and he did grace you with his name — Carlo.

The carriage halted at the family manor, and as you stepped out, Carlo graciously extended his hand to assist you.

The coachman glanced at both of you, causing a shudder. The distinctive black raven masks and shroud-like robes had become synonymous with Krat — its residents sought any means to shield themselves from the rapidly spreading plague. Probably, this was one of the reasons why your father, disregarding your protests, tried to protect you. People had gone crazy with fear, and many still remained unemployed due to the puppets. All of Krat relied on the help of alchemists, but where could people left penniless get money if not by robbing aristocrats and the rich? No one wanted to die or become part of the building's facade.

“Please put this on, my Lady,” Carlo bowed his head slightly, handing you a mask with a filter. However, you casually waved your hand, asserting that it was safe near the estate, causing him to sigh heavily.

Your elegant dress rustled as you hurriedly made your way to the estate, desperately hoping Carlo would leave you alone for at least a couple of minutes. However, he promptly followed you.