Lyan was led by a servant through the winding stone paths of Prince Erich's estate, his eyes scanning his surroundings with mild interest. The guest residence offered by Erich was indeed lavish. The mansion stood proudly against the backdrop of the starry night, the soft glow of lanterns casting an amber hue on its elegant facade. The architecture was majestic, with tall archways, intricately carved stone, and sprawling courtyards. Tall hedges surrounded the estate, giving it a secluded and private atmosphere.
The servant opened the massive wooden door, and Lyan stepped inside, taking in the sight of the spacious interior. The ceilings were high, adorned with delicate frescoes, and the floors were covered in soft carpets that muted their footsteps. The estate exuded an air of opulence and comfort—a far cry from the battlefield tents and makeshift lodgings he had grown used to.
