I had no idea whether the Old Emperor had done it on purpose.
The villa we were staying in this time was still by the river.
It wasn't very large. The three floors had only about fifty or sixty rooms in all.
But it was cozy.
On the way there, I'd learned from the Head Maid, a woman in her thirties, that the villa's original owner had been an alchemist.
The alchemist had disappeared two and a half years ago.
The royal family had only reclaimed ownership of the house a month ago, so they hadn't had time to tidy it up.
The Alchemy Workshop and its tools,
as well as the alchemist's books and notes, were all exactly as they'd been left.
The Old Emperor had heard that we both liked reading, so he'd simply given us the place to live.
Well, well.
It was a good thing I was a witch. Otherwise, living in a house like this for too long would probably have given me rheumatism.
Well, fine.
Before I became a witch, my refuge had seemed to be crisscrossed by Water Elements too.
So this bit of dampness didn't bother me.
I was just complaining a little.
As soon as we arrived at the villa, Lan Qingyou eagerly followed the steward waiting there to the study on the first floor.
As for the Alchemy Workshop, which was also on the first floor...
That could wait.
After all, an alchemist's workshop always belonged to someone else until you made it your own.
It would take some remodeling before it could become hers.
But the books and alchemical notes in the study could be shared.
The hundred or so people who'd come with us also went to their respective places.
Until now, there'd only been an old steward