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The butler only spoke after following Damon's gaze and glancing at the person ahead of them. Bastian had changed caretakers quite often in the past and it wasn't because of bad-temper or anything of the sort but there were already rumors of it among the nobility.

So even the Crawford family people didn't really consider the existence of Bastian's caretaker as something to be kept a secret.

Of course, if Bastian was still the head of the family, his illness would be considered a secret that must not leak out but Bastian had long retired from the frontlines.

Meanwhile, Damon gave a brief nod as if he had no particular interest in mind when he asked. However, he studied the back of the person walking ahead of him in a non-obvious manner.

Damon watched the woman's lustrous flowing hair sway softly by her slender waist. Every step she took caused her dress to sway, revealing her wrists and ankles which looked so thin like they could easily break. The bright light glaring down on the woman from the window on the wall made her seem blurry like she could disappear from his sight at any time.

The woman's name was Anne-Marie Blanche.
She was 20 years old.
She had no parents and one younger sister under her care.
She worked at the Blue Ferret Clinic for about half a year but quit recently.
And she was visiting the mansion about 4 times a week as a caretaker for Bastian Crawford.

The contents of the initial investigation into her flew through Damon's mind. Since he was in a hurry, only a simple personal investigation was done so he didn't know any other detailed information about the woman, but that was enough for now.

"I'll get going now, Butler-nim."

"Yes, take care."

Anne-Marie was sent off by another butler and went out of the door first.

Due to their difference in stride, Damon quickly caught up to Anne-Marie who was walking away ahead. And before the servant could close the door after her, Damon followed suit and went out the door.

There were a few lowered stairs in front of door.

Anne-Marie didn't seem to have noticed Damon walking behind her yet. A cool breeze was blowing outside the building.

Anne-Marie's hair shone dazzlingly under the sun and fluttered in the wind.

Damon's gaze fell on the swaying ribbon which bound the similarly swaying threads of silver hair. Just as Anne-Marie stepped on the last foot of the stair, Damon stretched his hand out to her. Then he grabbed the end of the ribbon fluttering before his eyes and pulled it lightly.

"Huh?"

However, unlike what he expected, the string didn't come undone that easily, instead Anne-Marie exclaimed with surprise and turned around immediately.

Damon's plan to start a conversation naturally by pretending to catch a runaway ribbon crumpled into dust.

By the time Anne-Marie turned around completely, Damon was still standing awkwardly, holding onto the ribbon hanging from her head.

The moment their eyes met, Damon stuttered in embarrassment.

"This is, uh..."

At the same time, wariness and suspicion filed into Anne-Marie's eyes.

"Are you pulling my hair right now?"

A voice full of suspicion flowed from Anne-Marie's mouth.

"It's a misunderstanding!"