Inside the Museum of London was a prehistoric landscape display, showing the remains of mammoths, rhinoceroses, bison, and bears, as well as a flint axe discovered in Southwark, south of the River Thames. It meant that in prehistoric times, tribes of unknown origin had already lived here.
There was also an exquisitely crafted bronze shield that had once belonged to a Roman. Although it was well known that Roman legions used iron swords, the iron content of the steel was very low, which was why the swords were made so short.
Bronze had not completely disappeared from Roman military equipment, just as citizen soldiers had not entirely vanished from the Roman legions of Caesar's time. That had been the final years of the Roman Republic, and this shield had been carried by a free man, passed down through generations of his ancestors.
He had not feared war. He had even considered it an honor, until he died on the battlefield and was buried alongside the shield. In any case, that world was vastly different from the "Buckingham Palace annex" Pomona and Severus were headed to.
Pomona's first impression of the "annex" was that it glittered. Every metal fixture had been polished until it reflected like a mirror, and the marble floor was just as smooth and glossy. Yet it lacked that alienating air of Luxury.
When Louis XIV built the Palace of Versailles and chose the Baroque style, it was not solely because of the style's extravagance, but also because it symbolized "authority." Portraits of Louis XIV could be found everywhere in Versailles. After all, Versailles was his "home." Wasn't it perfectly normal to see his portrait in his own house?
"How does it feel?" Severus asked casually.
Pomona could not find the words for a moment.
Then Severus, plainly