"Roland, let's move as soon as possible. Miss Sif's workers have been working overtime these days, the new house is ready, and the furniture is all set."
When Lisa cheerfully announced the good news, Roland, who had just picked up his knife and fork, was stunned for a moment before realizing she was talking about the house on Belphar Street.
These days, he had been busy attending banquets, killing and seizing treasures, engaging in intrigues, and had almost forgotten about the little house under his name.
Looking at Sister Lisa's joyful expression, Roland's feelings were a bit complicated.
He wanted to remind Lisa that the house wouldn't be lived in for long before they set sail, but the words dissolved on his lips.
Rather than rely on Lisa to keep secrets, it was better to start with himself.
Lisa's feelings were written all over her face.
