Jett returned to his mansion along with his maids.
It had indeed been quite a long day, but at last he was back home, where he felt the most comfortable and truly safe.
No matter what burdens came at him, he would always be able to find solace in his bedroom and calmly think through many quite pressing topics.
He had just taken a quick shower and changed into light comfy clothes, which quietly doubled as his pajamas.
With no one at his side, Jett walked to the main window overlooking the carriage's front and stared at Skia from a new angle, which gave him a full view of the capital's thoroughfare.
Commoners and soldiers moved across safe bridges made of wood, cleaning up the mess despite the Dragon Catacombs' chasm still gaping open at the capital.
Dragons had long since returned home, but the consequences of their raid remained.
People occasionally stole glances at Jett's carriage‑mansion.
