Zoemi got out of his new room and walked down the hallway where he assumed was the kitchen – it wasn't as he was supposed to be cooking for anyone, but he wanted to at least have a look at the mansion while unbothered by anyone.
...even though that anyone meant Benevirau in particular...
The black-haired boy wanted to talk with the dark-blue-haired butler to inform him about the name that his mother had given him, but that could wait.
The kitchen was exactly where Zoemi had expected it to be situated – from a quick inspection the black-haired attendant nodded to himself with satisfaction.
Despite not being particularly big, the kitchen was up to his standards – both spotlessly clean and well equipped.
Still – it wasn't like Zoemi was particularly hungry – it simply was still a bit too early for him to have a meal.
After checking up on the gastronomy facility the black-haired boy ended up moving aimlessly until he finally ended up by the stairs leading to a higher floor.
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