The Next Day.
There were only four days left before the Grand Celebration.
Silvermine Estate was buzzing with activity. Preparations were in full swing.
From the break of dawn, the estate already felt like a marketplace.
Tailors came in droves, taking measurements and presenting elegant designs for the upcoming banquet.
Merchants arrived one after another, offering everything from rare trinkets to luxurious banquet necessities.
Gifts, decorations, wine, spices, even magical perfumes.
Lucien observed the bustle with quiet amusement.
"They don't even need to leave the house," he muttered. "The store comes to them… Sigh. The life of the rich."
The capital truly lived up to its name.
Fast-paced.
Lavish.
Effortless.
Still, Maxim and Edric made sure he was never left out. They were generous hosts.
Attentive.
Welcoming.
Sincerely accommodating.
They even insisted that the finest tailors in the capital create special outfits just for him.
But Lucien politely declined.
