The Extra's Reincarnation-Chapter 46: Marchioness (2)

An hour later, we finally arrived at the Marchioness’s estate. As the carriage slowed to a stop, I leaned out the window, my eyes widening at the sight before me.

The mansion was truly a marvel to behold. Its gleaming white walls stretched far into lands, adorned with intricate carvings and metal accents that caught the late afternoon sun.

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At each corner were towers that watched over the lands for any intruders, just like with every mansion.

The sheer size of the estate was staggering - it seemed to sprawl endlessly across the manicured grounds, each wing and annex more grand than the last.

But what struck me most was the constant presence of guards.

They stood on watch at regular intervals along the towering iron gates that encircled the property, their armor shining and their postures ramrod straight. Their vigilant gazes swept across the grounds, missing nothing. It was clear that security here was taken very seriously.

As Nivel brought the carriage to a stop before the main gates, I watched my mother gracefully descend from the carriage.

While Ezekiel slept, I opened the window to check on everything outside.

And of course, I knew there was nothing for me to worry about.

"Hello Tim! Remember the permission slip from the Marchioness? The guests have arrived, as well as my son. Please attend to your guard duties first and then send them in. After that, I need to check on her."

After hearing my mother’s words, I watched her swiftly move through the side gate towards the grand entrance of the mansion

*

"All clear,"

After several minutes of thorough inspection, Tim nodded to his colleagues.

"You’re free to proceed, gentlemen. Drive towards the end of the path, and you’ll be directed to one of our parking bays."

As Nivel guided the carriage forward, the path they followed was lined with trimmed bushes and a flowing garden of flowers.

As they neared the end of the path, a figure materialized before them.

At first, Julian thought it was another guard, but as they drew closer, he realized it was a construct of pure magic - a humanoid shape composed of a golden light.

"Welcome, honored guests,"

Its voice, when it spoke, resonated with an otherworldly timbre. it intoned, gesturing to their right.

"Please proceed to bay three. An attendant will meet you there to escort you to the main entrance."

Bay three came into view as they pulled up, and Julian couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the intricate patterns etched on the cobblestones below. The designs seemed to pulse with a faint blue light, and he soon understood that they were mana conduits carrying magical energy throughout the estate.

An attendant approached, her crisp uniform adorned with the same glowing insignia as the guards.

"Welcome to the Marchionesses Manor," she said with a warm smile. "If you’ll follow me, I’ll escort you to the main entrance."

**

As we stood at the front doorstep, my eyes locked onto the doormat, and my heart nearly stopped.

There, embroidered in elegant golden script, were the words "Florence Family."

At that moment, I felt like the ground had dropped out from beneath my feet.

Florence. The name rang in my mind, bringing with it a flood of memories from the novel I’d read in my past life.

Diana Florence - one of the main heroines, a noble girl with extraordinary magical talent.

And here I was, standing at the threshold of her family’s estate.

How could I have been so blind? I saw how it all fit together, and it was a sick feeling.

My mother, working as a maid in a noble household.

The Marchioness she spoke of - it had to be Diana’s mother, Lady Ophelia Florence.

The strange visitors, the concerns about her health... it all aligned with a subplot I’d read about.

Diana’s mother was supposed to die shortly after hearing of her husband’s death, but even knowing this, the exact timing remained uncertain. It could happen today, tomorrow, this week, or even months later.

The plot had to align with Diana’s eventual expulsion from her home, and her mother’s death was a key factor in that event.

"Julian, are you okay? Your face seems kind of pale?"

"Really? ah it must be the air then haha…"

I struggled to maintain my composure, panic threatening to overwhelm me.

This wasn’t just any noble family; this family was destined for ruin.

As we stepped into the mansion, my eyes were drawn to the grand staircase that dominated the foyer.

Its steps were carpeted in deep crimson, the banister a work of art in gleaming mahogany and gold leaf.

And there, descending those stairs with graceful haste, was my mother.

"Oh, you’re here!" she called out, her face alight with relief and excitement. "I’m so glad you made it safely. Come, come! Let me introduce to you the Marchioness."

She hurried down the remaining steps, her skirts swishing softly against the carpet.

As she reached us, she placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Without waiting for a response, she began ushering us up the grand staircase.

Each step brought us closer to meeting the Marchioness - Lady Ophelia Florence.

The woman whose fate I knew all too well.

At the top of the stairs, my mother led us down a long hallway adorned with portraits of stern-faced nobles.

Their painted eyes seemed to follow us as we walked, judging our every move.

Finally, we came to a stop before an ornate double door.

My mother knocked softly. "My lady? The guests have arrived."

"Enter," came a weak voice from within.

As the doors swung open, I held my breath.

The room beyond was spacious and elegant, with large windows letting in the late afternoon sunlight.

And there, reclining on a chaise lounge, was Lady Ophelia Florence.

Even as she appeared frail, her noble presence shone through.

Her obsidian black hair cascaded like a midnight waterfall around her face and her features resembled so much like her daughter that I almost mistook her for Diana.

"Welcome," she said, her voice soft but clear.

"I’m Lady Ophelia Florence. Thank you for accepting my invitation and I welcome you to the Florence household."