The doubts in Minimus Hart's heart were like a snowball, rolling and growing larger.
What did Young Master still need to find out about the maniac that could only be answered through a hypnotist?
Minimus Hart smiled. "Well done. Report any situation that arises to me in a timely manner."
"Yes, Sister Minnie." The maid smiled. "Then I'll go and get busy."
"Go ahead."
Minimus Hart paced back and forth in the bedroom. She couldn't figure out what information Young Master wanted to know about the maniac that would require the use of a hypnotist.
Could it be... an attempt to restore her memory?
Sophie Sullivan slept deeply.
She didn't wake up until evening. When she opened her eyes, she felt a sense of exhaustion throughout her body.
She lay quietly in bed, her vacant eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling.
"MEOW." Harry, who was playing with a furball at the end of the bed, suddenly lifted his head.
