Around the same time.
Somewhere on the East Coast, an underground hall.
With a creak, the door to the hall opened, and Muse Housekeeper stepped inside. She glanced briefly at the bustling crowd in the hall, not paying too much attention as she walked straight to her designated seat at the far end of the hall.
Her body relaxed into the seat, luxuriating in the comfort for quite some time, when suddenly Muse opened her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered as something felt amiss.
Hmm, something was off. But what was it?
That was it—up to now, no one had brought her a cup of petal honey water with the appropriate temperature and sweetness.
Muse's eyebrows knitted together as she sat upright in her seat. Her eyes quickly scanned the entire hall and then she noticed more things that were off: compared to other days, although there were still many busy people, the number was definitely fewer than before. Most importantly, Franklin was not here.
This—
