[color=aba000][b]"Ah, this is my first time meeting a Longchambon. I always admire people who can dedicate themselves to a role."[/b][/color] After a few minutes, they finally stopped in front of a solid wooden door. The maid raised her hand to knock on the door, but stopped herself and whispered to Timothé.

[color=aba000][b]"I heard the young miss also had some Levanos working under her, and she specifically picked the ones similar to her appearance so they could be used as body doubles."[/b][/color] The maid gave Timothé a knowing wink before she finally knocked on the door four times. The Levanos would be similar to the Longchambon in a sense, a family that dedicated themselves to serving the nobles, but they had no noble blood and plenty of their members were recruited from a few chosen orphanages that they had cooperation with.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Come in."[/b][/color]

The maid opened the door and let Timothé into the room. It was a spacious office room with a pair of large windows that opened into the beautiful garden in the backyard. Displayed on the wall on the other side of the room was a large painting of what seemed to be a family of five. A man with a stern expression next to a woman with a relaxed smile was sitting in front of him. In various poses around their parents were three of the noble's children. The oldest boy was holding a book, the slightly younger girl was pinching the cheeks of the younger brother and the latter was giving the biggest smile he could manage. One of the most noticeable details was all of them except the mother had the same striking red hair and brilliant blue eyes.

[color=9e0b0f]"Welcome, Mr. Longchambon. What do you like more? Tea or Coffee? Or do you prefer something else like juice or milk?"[/color] The figure who greeted him was a woman with long black hair and black eyes, the same as the one depicted in the painting. She looked to be in her early thirties, but might be slightly older than that. She wore a simple dress but had a silver hairpin with an oriental design on her hair.

There's a set of padded chairs and a table in the middle of the room, Madame Helen's eyes silently hinted at Timothé to take a seat. Depending on what his answer to the previous question would be, the woman would pour the appropriate drinks from one of the ceramic kettles on the table and present it to him.

[color=9e0b0f]"I am Helen Cainbell. It's a pleasure to meet you. I know I haven't told you much from the invitation, but how good are you at handling teenagers?"[/color]