"You brat—you know absolutely nothing about how rich people live."
"Let me put it this way: the happiness of the rich is beyond your imagination!"
A helpless smile appeared on Talia's face.
In truth, her little cousin was great in every way—except that his horizons were a bit limited. Of course, that wasn't really his fault. After all, he had never experienced the life of the wealthy.
But that didn't matter, because once he returned to the family tomorrow, he would get to experience the joy of being rich for himself.
Meanwhile, after hearing his cousin's description, Caelan also showed a look of longing.
If the life of the rich was really that wonderful, then returning to the family actually sounded like a pretty good choice.
Early the next morning,
the teleportation array in Mylanne City, usually lively and bustling, had been completely sealed off.
And the ones sealing it off were none other than the Ironclad Legion.
