Empire Capital, Black Lily District, Osmanthus Street No. 32.
The mansion, which had been silent for half a year, finally became lively once more.
The orange lights lit up the living room, bringing a touch of warmth to the autumn night.
A carriage, with a matte black cabin, stopped by the street covered with fiery red maple leaves. The golden-embroidered black eagle emblem on the side of the cabin was exceptionally vivid, as if the black eagle in the emblem might soar at any moment.
"Long time no see, my Prince Consort."
Isadella stepped down from the carriage.
Today, her attire was no longer the Fresta Empire's predominantly black military uniform but a moon-white trench coat.
Beneath a pristine navy beret, her long, pure white hair cascaded like a waterfall.
She folded her arms, gazing at Shiayar who came out to greet her in front of the mansion, her abundant curves delineated into a breathtaking silhouette under her coat.
