As Desmond arrived in the area, his senses gradually returned to him. He cast his eyes around and was taken aback to see that their carriage had already passed through the massive gate at the entrance.
"Is this truly my home?" Desmond's voice echoed with disbelief as he gazed upon the vast expanse of land before him. The sight was nothing short of awe-inspiring. In comparison to his humble abode in the capital city, it was like comparing a mere cottage to a grand castle.
"Yes," the old man replied promptly, a sense of pride flickering in his eyes as he beheld the expression on his young master's face.
Yet, this fleeting moment of astonishment quickly dissipated from Desmond's eyes. While most would remain stunned and captivated by such a sight, he had grown accustomed to such grandeur. After all, he, too, had once been a young master.
