Time continued to flow steadily, a silent river carrying the days away.
Days turned into weeks, weeks became months, and soon enough, nine months had passed.
The bitter cold of Vinlig's territory was as unyielding as ever, but under the careful guidance of Lucian, the Count's young son, change had slowly taken root.
It was almost a year ago when Lucian first decided to reshape his harsh, frigid land with ideas that had blossomed in his mind—ideas that seemed beyond the understanding of at least those residing in the territory.
It appeared that after visiting the territory on a cold night and seeing the state of the people in Vinlig Territory, he soon started saving their lives, clearly utilizing his status as one of the sole heirs, along with the help of Vorila's funds. Everything seemed smooth.
Lucian's first efforts focused on the houses of the natives.
The once drafty, poorly insulated homes began to transform.
