#Chapter 223: Not A Werewolf

The next morning, we receive an invitation from Gladys to accompany her for a walk in the gardens while the ballroom is being prepared for the gala. As we need to gather information anyway, and can’t do that tucked away in our room, we decide to take her up on the offer. The gardens are tucked behind the estate, but they are massive, stretching between two wings of the manor and all the way back to a forest nestled on the back of the grounds. Many of the flowers were in full bloom, giving the otherwise green space a rainbow of colors, and the scent of so many different flowers filled the air with sweetness. Gladys accompanies us, with one of her other servants in tow. The butler is missing from her side, but this new man looks no less a soldier, tall and broad with a shorn hairstyle and an alert gaze. So far today, Gladys has been accommodating – even somewhat nice. Leading us through the gardens, she stops us frequently to direct us to observe a specific flower. “You truly h