Once the limousine passed through the city of Drachnum, it continued down a road that led to a mansion in the countryside.
The sightseeing ride left Marigold, Sakimi, and Typhon in awe.
By now, the sun was midway between setting, giving the sky a marmalade glow that reflected on the surface of the mansion. The building wasn't gigantic, but it was about the size of four normal Rivenvalian houses put together.
"Here we are," Zarathustra said. "Your new home."
As the driver parked the limousine in front of the house, an auburn-haired little girl—about eleven years old—came running out of the front door, wearing an oni mask.
"Waaaaah!" the girl battle-cried.
Zarathustra stepped out of the limousine and met the girl with a hug.
"Cinnabar! I told you that it's against the rules to wear masks!"
"I know, but I wanted to scare you! Did I scare you? Tell me I'm scary!"
"Nope," Zarathustra said. "You didn't scare me one bit."
