St. Andrews was located in northern Scotland, and the town had been named after Saint Andrew, Scotland's patron saint, who was buried there.
At an estate not far from the town, an old Ford came to a stop. A group of young men and women then got out of the car.
The car had been rented, and the driver slowly drove away afterward.
The pair looked very young. The man had a gray scarf wrapped around his neck, while the woman had dyed her short hair white.
They examined the place at the estate's entrance.
The estate looked as though it had not been inhabited for a long time. The walls were covered in moss, and the iron gate was mottled with rust.
There were no other buildings nearby. Only a forest lay ahead, with a winding road running through it. The North Sea could be seen not far away.
Since spring had already arrived, the area around the estate was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. The scent of earth mixed with the smell of the sea, filling every inch of the land.
The grayish-white-haired girl... Nero yawned and gazed into the distance. This place had been selected by Maid Miss, but only after arriving did she realize that the estate was much larger than expected. "This is way too big..."
"I heard it's one of Miss You Ye's properties..." The young man with the scarf tilted his head up and stared at a tall tower inside the estate. After a while, he sighed. "She's really damn rich..."
"One of them..." Miss Nero murmured, her lips moving slightly.
How should she put it?
Although she had once been one of the Twelve Divine Generals of Michael's Club and had quite a large amount of discretionary funding available