บท 138: A Spy In The Servant's Quarters

In the dimly lit, dark room, Gloria lay in the bed, lost in the depths of her slumber. The silence was occasionally broken by her soft snores, creating a tranquil symphony in the otherwise still space. In the distance, echoes of soft laughter reverberated through the air, creating a distant melody that seemed to dance around the room. However, Gloria remained undisturbed, cocooned in her exhausted sleep, oblivious to the world outside.

As the laughter drew nearer, accompanied by the rhythmic click-clack of approaching footsteps, the door to the room creaked open with a soft, almost inaudible click. The darkness of the room seemed to deepen as a sliver of light from the corridor spilled in, casting a dim glow on the surroundings.