Chapter 141: Emmett Heyland

An hour later, the first light of dawn broke. On the outskirts of Carbury, a blossom-scented haven lay beside a branch of the Yandell River. Morning light shimmered in the dew on leaves and petals, as if draping everything in northern lights. Birdsong filled the air, a pulse of life. In the distance, the tributary rippled, and everything complemented each other perfectly-beautiful beyond words, like a slice of paradise in the Human World. Amid that beauty stood a grand estate, so vast that the...