Itai looked out the window. They were just outside Imperial City. In front of him stood a large silver mansion with a spacious garden in the back. In the center, a blood-red snowflake was engraved.
A tall servant came to the door of the carriage and opened it.
Flor stepped out, and Itai followed right after him. "Consider these two as my good friends, Nagato," he said, pointing to Itai and Zheren.
"Of course, young master," said Nagato.
"Do you like my home?" Flor asked.
"It's really amazing," said Itai with a smile.
"My brothers will probably tease you, but don't let it get to you. You're more talented than they are anyway," said Flor as they stood in front of large iron doors leading inside.
They found themselves in a grand hall full of luxurious furniture and scurrying servants. "Follow me," said Flor.
