The small but delicate guest room was filled with warm-hued furniture and curtains.
Under the chandelier, the young man sitting on the bed stood up and yielded a deep bow to Viscount Francis.
"Thank you for your life-saving grace, Lord Viscount."
There was a slight weariness in the clear and mild voice of the young man.
This was a state of just adapting to the translation magic.
Viscount Francis nodded with a smile, gesturing the young man to sit down, and then took a seat on a chair nearby himself. He never posed as a nobleman.
"Please, do not fret, young man. I assume you are quite unfamiliar with this place, could you tell me about your experiences? Where did you come from and where are your headed to?"
Finally Viscount Francis asked aloud.