[h2][center][color=f7976a]Arthur Reyes[/color][/center][/h2]
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Answers were given, but that did not satisfy Arthur's confusion, as it created even more questions that require proper explanation. There were so many things that just didn't add up. It just didn't make sense. The question how did the young manager got into this manor was still left unanswered, and before he could move his lips to ask, the only source of answer was gone. The deafening roar of thunder blasted his sense of hearing away for a brief second, causing him to nearly jump out of his own chairs. His sight was also lost, as the candles, the only source of light was blown away. For a moment, he was stunned by both incidents happening simultaneously, and when it came online again, both the Countess and the maid who just served them dessert was gone. No traces of them were left, aside from the big red marks on the countess's chair. And for some unknown reasons, the chairs that were unoccupied were placed upside down on the perch. All of them, only a second ago, were on the floor.

[color=f7976a]'Is this...'[/color]

He was conflicted. Both outside and inside. 

[color=f7976a]'...some sort of sorcery?'[/color]

The thought crossed his mind, for a very short time before vanishing. That there was something very demonic was going on in this mansion. Human logic could not understand, how in just less than a second, all the chairs moved drastically while the householder and the mansion staff suddenly vanished. His logic could not understand. He hated to admit that sorcery existed in this world, in this new age that he was raised in, but he couldn't help but to resolve to such thoughts to explain what just happened, even if it was only for a brief moment. 

His sense of hearing was regained soon after, but the room was in complete darkness for a while after the disappearance. Luckily, a man, who he had introduced earlier as Solaire Astora, wearing some sort of priest looking outfit, lit up the candle for some lightings. By his manner of speech, it appeared that he was either more convinced about these devilries, or he was being sarcastic. But on the while, he was right. It's better to stick with those around him, for a better chance of survival, especially in this mentally strained place.

Arthur had no choice. He stood up and quickly head over to Solaire's place, which was on the other side of the table.