The mansion was massive, the roofs covered in snow, and she carefully climbed the stairs while carrying Darren on her back. Arthur kept an eye on her in case she fell, and the warriors surrounded them like escorts.
The hooded female warrior immediately opened the door, and a handsome, innocent, tawny long haired man stood at the railing in the middle of the left and right stairs leading to rooms in the mansion, staring directly at her with a straight expression.
Everyone came to a halt except Sage, who took a few steps forward as her gaze shifted away from him and scanned the area of the mansion she was in.
In comparison to the castle, it felt warmer, and it was simple yet luxuriously decorated with chandeliers on the ceilings.
Sage finally came to a halt and turned to face the man. He didn't give her the impression of a fire dragon.
Sage narrowed her eyes at him because he wasn't.
