Outside, Kiara stood with Zion while waiting.
Her eyes wandered across the vast grounds of Silver Manor. Marble pathways, manicured gardens, polished stone fountains, and architecture that exuded wealth without restraint.
To the elite guards stationed nearby, she looked like a countryside visitor overwhelmed by grandeur.
They ignored her accordingly.
In truth, Kiara's thoughts drifted elsewhere.
"So much open space," she mused silently. "The Battle Tank could maneuver here without obstacles."
She even briefly imagined acquiring a sprawling estate of her own one day, somewhere far from the suffocating pride of nobles.
Soon, a soldier returned, accompanied by a man clad in gold-grade leather armor. Unlike Ramses' heavier steel gear, this bodyguard's armor was flexible yet clearly expensive.
"Do they pay these people in gold?" Kiara wondered casually. "Well, I will soon be wealthy enough not to care."
The bodyguard gestured.
"Follow me."
