Kieran didn’t miss a beat. “I’m pretty good at cleaning.”

Clifton paused and then gave a rare, serious nod. “I’ll take charge of these three. Someone needs to keep them in line.” Put simply, he was offering to take on the role of butler himself.

Given Clifton’s position as the head of the Four Guardians, the other three didn’t raise a word of protest against his proposal.

Elliana’s lips curved into a faint smile that she didn’t bother hiding. “If you’re all that eager to move into this estate, I might just allow it. But first, there’s one thing I’ll need from you…”

The moment Elliana gave the green light for the group to settle into Regal Grove based on one condition, a surge of excitement passed through them.

Heather declared, “I’ll agree to any condition you have in mind! As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters!”

Damian, never one to be outdone, interjected, “Forget just agreeing—I’d go through ten thousand trials for you! There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, not even crossing fire or blades!”

Both Clifton and Kieran kept their enthusiasm quieter, but the look in their eyes said everything.

Surrounded by so much devotion, Elliana found it impossible to brush off their eager loyalty. Glancing over their outfits, she instructed, “Ublento isn’t Delta. If you want to stay here, you have to blend in. No fighting, no flashy outfits—pull yourselves together and try to look like you belong!” Any lack of discipline could jeopardize her secret. If word got out, those in the Delta would know Death Thorn was hiding out in Regal Grove, and her carefully built mystique would vanish overnight.

“I’ll get started on a total makeover!” Heather blurted out, disappearing in a flash.

The other three raised their voices at once, shouting, “We’ll change as well!” Then, they turned and walked away without saying anything else.

When the four came back an hour later, the changes were impossible to miss.

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Heather, who usually picked out dramatic blue dresses that looked straight out of a supernatural soap opera, had transformed. Her dress was still blue and sweeping, but this time, it radiated grace, and she’d wiped away the chaotic camouflage makeup. Her real beauty finally took center stage.

The other three had changed in their own ways.

Clifton, who was almost always dressed in the same black leather jacket and pants, the kind of outfit that matched his distant stare and gave him an air of effortless cool, was now wearing a black tailcoat that made him look like a butler straight out of an old TV show about rich folks. It gave him a strange kind of polish he hadn’t had before.

Kieran’s reputation for napping at the drop of a hat was unmatched—he could fall asleep just about anywhere. His wardrobe usually suffered for it, thrown together from whatever was lying closest to his bed, sometimes leaving him looking like…

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