Chapter 85

It took nearly two weeks to travel from the duchy’s capital to Santpol because they traveled at a leisurely pace.

Although Blanc and Fulcare were on the verge of collapsing from motion sickness and exhaustion from work, Vieta thoroughly enjoyed sitting in the carriage and gazing at the scenery outside without a care in the world.

Just as parents with children tend to notice children their own age wherever they go, Vieta had recently grown particularly interested in farming, and the time passed in a flash as she watched the vegetation gradually change along the way.

However, once they entered the Empire, Vieta’s circumstances changed as well. Wherever they went, crowds chanted Prince Roen’s name, so Vieta had to remain quietly shut inside the curtained carriage to keep her identity from being discovered.

Blanc could not bear to watch her any longer, so he abandoned the duchy’s carriage and found an ordinary one without any insignia. After they switched carriages, Vieta, too, was able to travel to the capital in considerably greater comfort.

After arriving in the capital, Blanc dropped Fulcare off in the eastern section of the palace before taking Vieta all the way home.

“Is this Vieta’s home?”

Blanc gazed with fascination at the three-story wooden building.

Vieta turned around and looked at the building she rented. From the outside, it was a neat and tidy-looking house, but unfortunately, the only space she was allowed was a tiny attic of barely sixteen square meters on the top floor.

With office rent and debt repayments to cover, she had no choice but to take the cheapest room she could find at the time...