Appearing at the manor, Tarkan stood still, glancing around the familiar area.
"Fuuu... at long last."
He let out a deep breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Relief washed over him like a soft tide. The sight of this place, this environment, he didn't even know how much he had missed it until now.
A strange sense of comfort rose in him, one that made his chest feel lighter.
After a while of reminiscing, he left the manor, It wasn't long before he stood in front of a massive, gigantic mansion.
It stretched out before him like a monument, large enough to house a noble's entire bloodline.
Standing and staring at the place for a while, Tarkan glanced at his bracelet.
"This shouldn't be right," he muttered, his gaze switching from the bracelet to the mansion.
He wasn't shocked by how beautiful the building was, after all, he was the one who had personally given the design and the instructions for the renovation.
