Chapter 87

In short, the house was exactly to Vieta’s liking.

It sat right beside a stream, so the view from the window was lovely, but what she liked best was the generous number of rooms.

She did not know who had designed it, but whoever had managed to fit six spacious rooms so efficiently into such a narrow house was extraordinarily skilled.

The interior was not dated, either, and even the meticulous decorations revealing the previous owners’ aesthetic sense were impossible to fault.

“Why has such a nice house been vacant for so long?”

“It’s probably because of me. The villagers are afraid of me.”

In response to Vieta, Kian, who was crouched in one corner of the yard pulling weeds, replied in a gloomy voice.

Sheshola was perched in the tree in the direction Kian was looking.

“So there’s no other reason? Then I should move in.”

“Really, Vieta?”...