Chapter 388: The memorial house

It had been years since Adela had last assumed a disguise. She neither needed to seek permission for her actions from anyone nor could she tolerate looking different in the mirror after what had been done to her in Varinthia.

Her surprise was a pleasant one when she experienced the headmaid's exceptional talent for makeup. It expertly concealed the puffiness around her eyes and seamlessly secured the wig onto her head, making it appear as if it were a natural part of her.

By the time she reached the manor's door, a small smile appeared on her face.

"Bernard, wish me luck."

"Good luck, Your Excellency," the Majordomo said as he held the door open for Adela, his eyes betraying his concern.