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Night's Mansion in Death Peaks.

It was the second day of heavy snow storm that brought blankets of white icy cold layers of snows barricading the door. Servants are busy removing it with layers of clothes and a thick cotton gloves. 

Supposedly, it was a normal day and a happy one at that. But everyone was covered with unease and discomforts on the sudden changes after the return of the young master brought forth. 

Clinton couldn't help but wipe the cold sweats accumulating on his forehead despite the very cold weather as he watches the servants and maids gossip about the young master brazenly without filter. 

He, as the appointed butler of the young master, he can't stand the buzzing of these people while their tail were hiding between their legs and were cowering in fear whenever they see

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