Duke Malvain's Mansion…
The mansion's grounds were vast. A dozen maids could be seen watering the plants in the garden.
Elina walked alongside Freya and Evalyn. The thirty thousand soldiers she had brought with her were forced to wait outside the city walls.
"Is it just me, or does this mansion seem gloomy and lifeless?" Freya remarked bluntly.
Evalyn was startled by her words. She wanted to remind her to be more careful, but Sergan cut her off.
"You're right, Your Highness. Lately, the nobles have been coming here demanding answers about their devastated territories. The mood among the people in the mansion isn't good either, so it's only natural for a gloomy atmosphere to hang over the entire building."
Elina frowned, especially at the words, "The nobles have been coming here demanding answers."
"What did Duke Malvain do after hearing their complaints?" she asked without thinking.
Sergan folded his arms behind his back and smiled.
