Lian stared at the building before him with sparkling eyes. He could not believe his eyes. "It is… stunning!"
He had no other words to describe what he was seeing.
The building was none other than a villa, a two-story gem made of polished white stone. The arched windows were illuminated by hand lamps glowing with a faint blue light.
The sloped roof was covered with glossy black tiles, and a small front garden hosted plants and small trees that swayed gently even without wind.
It was… perfect. Perhaps too perfect.
Lian stood with his mouth agape, the lock of hair slipping over his eyes as he tried to take in the scene. "Holy crap, is this mine?" he murmured, almost in disbelief. "This is not a house; it is a damn villa!"
Corvan chuckled, crossing his arms. "Exactly, kid. It is one of the few independent villas near the Silver area," he said with a satisfied smile, as if he were passing down his inheritance to his son.
