"Tap, tap, tap..."
The heels of Jeanne's boots clicked against the marble stairs as she ascended, dressed in summer attire.
Unlike the Holy Seat Mansion of four years ago, its corridors are now adorned with numerous art paintings.
Especially those from the El period and El Renaissance, given that Horn advocates for the El Renaissance in culture.
Gold-veined frames, vivid colors, delicate brushstrokes, and the depiction of light and shadow perspective.
These artworks were not purchased by Horn; some came from noble war spoils, others from donations by various artists and merchants.
Four years ago, Jeanne could only say "Damn it, so beautiful" and nothing else.
But now, she could feign elegance by commenting, "A feast for the eyes."
After two years of studying in a girls' school and working for a year as captain of the Constitutional Army in Black Snake Bay, Jeanne's cultural level has reached the verge of high school.
