Yuden's car stopped in front of Duke Killian's mansion.
The large building's roof was covered in snow, with a few pieces of sharp ice formed at its edge. The path leading toward the entrance was covered in a pile of white snow. A few servants could be seen cleaning the path with their shovels and snow-melting devices. It wasn't an uncommon device made by Yuranians with the assistance of Averlyonians' mana owners.
Wesealt was extremely chillier compared to the capital, where Yuden resided. He gifted his sister a mansion under her name in the capital; however, she opposed staying there.
Yuden knew she always wished to leave the royal palace for the longest time. It was also the reason why she never fought for the throne; instead, she stepped back, giving him the spotlight, although he didn't wish for it.
"Your Highness, shall we wait until they clean the road or..." the driver glanced at the backseat where the crown prince was seated.
