The elder of the Sunfield twins skipped rythmically her steps, as she heard the muffled yelling of the other maid between the clattering sounds of the kitched. Smiling slightly at her own victory, she brisked her pace towards the library, opening the door with demure and elegance. This was a [i]big[/i] library. Decades, no, [i] hundreds of years[/i]' worth in books had been accumulated in here, from a variety of topics.

She just hoped cooking was one of many subjects within. Even so, the rules of the duel she had undertaken were still in full effect, and she was still in a rather servile garb. Spotting a cleaning rag, she picked it up eagerly, weighing it in her hands. She had to look the part, too. Although she doubted many maids came to clean the library frequently. It was a rather titanic task.

"Hm." She allowed herself to stop for a moment, her gaze resting on a promising book. Opening it eagerly and deftly clasping it in one hand by the binds, she began her quest for the bread recipe. Her off hand moved vigorously, shaking the cloth around the place as if she were another maid, cleaning the shelves out of the coat of dust that accumulated. It was an easy enough task, no wonder servants were the ones who did it.

At some point, she also encontered a trio of statues, of varying sizes and shapes. One very short and coarse, the second rather smooth and tall, and the third one so enormous even she couldn't dust off the top by standing on her toes. She did not budge too much about cleaning that particular statue, as the book she had found had enthralled her significantly. It was a rare manuscript of the Waltz of the Maddening prince, her own sister's favorite book, and a guilty pleasure of hers. Nothing about bread recipes, but it was nonetheless still interesting.

It was then who, after spotting a fourth statue and trying to dust her off, her arm with the rag ran through the figure of the witch known as Merillia, making Nero stagger significantly, her sight finally abandoning the book she had been reading so avidly. Those three statues, they [i]were not statues.[/i] They were [i]people[/i]. A short, middle aged young man, some sort of wispy noble knight, and then a massive mountain of muscles that could rival Sir Garret.

Although those three weren't as striking as the ghost-like presence that was before her. "Uh, sorry about that, m'lords and my lady. I uh... well, books are nice, I was searching for some recipes, and I..." Nero started to string an apology before cutting short upon realizing that in fact, the phantasmal apparition did resemble someone very famous among the Iron Roses.

"Huh. Interesting spell...are you lady Merilia by any chance?" Nero blinked twice, dropping the book in a nearby shelf rather gracelessly.