The sunset followed the carriage wheels and slowly sank into the horizon, with twilight like a veil shrouding the Valencia Family Manor.
This atmospheric and majestic building stood unwavering like the empire's irrefutable power for millennia, towering near the suburbs of the Holy City.
Unlike the Hillfin Manor located on Wise Street, there were no streets here, nor were there trendy address signs.
The Valencia Family is the only heading here, and it's said that five hundred years ago, this place was a castle itself. It wasn't until the expansion of the Holy City's urban area reached nearby that the Valencia Family tore down the castle walls and transformed it into a manor.
In the tea room on the second floor of the manor, Albert Valencia and Regent King Granville Pot were leisurely sitting by the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.
Silver gleaming tea utensils adorned the table, with rose-colored tea gently swaying in the crystalline bone china cups.
