"Then, we spent ten years, bit by bit, transforming that old metal palace into the little world it is now." Shiayar put down the teacup in his hand, his gaze gently sweeping over the surrounding room. "This manor is also modeled after the house we had in the Black Lily District. Ennie is nostalgic, so even the furniture arrangement and room layouts are replicated one-to-one from our old home."
As soon as she entered the room, the Golden Elf also began to take in every detail of the house. This detached villa was filled with a lived-in atmosphere. Water cups, chopsticks, knives, forks, and plates were neatly arrayed in pairs. On the bookshelf were photographs of a black-haired young boy and a blonde-haired little girl together. And on the sofa, plush pillows with tags neatly inscribed with "Shiayar and Enola's teddy bear."
"Where's your little girlfriend?" As she spoke, the Golden Elf's gaze was fixed intently on Shiayar.
