The manor's front doors creaked as Aegis pushed them open.
Behind her, Rosalie clutched a worn travel bag and looked like she might bolt at any second.
"This is it," Aegis said, gesturing at the chaos inside. "Home sweet... construction site."
The main hall was alive with various forms of activity.
The manual labor crew was everywhere—hammering new support beams into place, replacing cracked marble tiles, hauling debris out through the side entrance. The sound of saws cutting wood echoed from the east wing. Someone was yelling vaguely about measurements.
Rosalie's eyes went wide.
"This is... this is a manor?"
"It will be. Hopefully, sometime soon." Aegis stepped over a pile of lumber. "Follow me."
She led Rosalie through the maze of workers and materials, pointing out various sections as they went.
"Main hall's almost done. East wing is still just framing but that'll be residential space once it's finished. West wing has the kitchen and storage."
