I closed the door behind me, walking parallel to the greenery-filled sidewalk that connected at the door of my house.
This was one of the things I actually liked about our mini-state.
Sure, we had money. And mana. And floating carriages and AI-run weapon vaults if you walked into the wrong mansion. But despite all that, this part of the subcontinent still held on to its roots.
Real trees, real sidewalks, traditional architecture with carved stones and sandalwood doors. In a world speeding into tech obsession, we still stopped to smell the damn jasmine bushes.
Hurrying past different vines and trees planted along the sidewalk, I scurried through different lanes and finally reached the entrance to our mini estate now.
There, in front of those embarrassingly huge and sturdy wooden doors with golden linings, stood 4 figures, their faces almost too annoyed, maybe due to the morning heat.
