The Armored Dragon King Perugius's familiar, Shivalier of the Void, silently led the way.
Cui Ciyou and his companions followed behind her.
She led them through the corridors to the guest quarters.
This area was exceptionally quiet, though the Armored Dragon King's castle was already quiet to begin with.
Was it because there were so few people?
Still, the feeling here was more one of... pristine, unoccupied emptiness.
Nearly twenty doors lined either side, their designs antique and their materials unfamiliar.
Shivalier opened a few of them, indicating that they could choose whichever rooms they liked.
The group peered inside curiously and found that the rooms were furnished almost identically, as though they had all been cast from the same mold.
The dark wooden furniture gleamed dimly and was carved with intricate, unfamiliar patterns.
Hmm... quite elaborate craftsmanship.
The enormous feather beds looked fluffy and soft, with something of a modern-home feel.
Huge, remarkably clear mirrors hung on the walls, reflecting every detail of their figures.
Crystal bottles stood in the cabinets in the corners, filled with enticingly colored liquids that appeared to be alcohol.
If there were any differences, they were probably limited to the subjects of the oil paintings hanging on the walls.
Some depicted vast seas of clouds and floating mountains, while others portrayed strange magic beasts they had never seen before, or scenes of ancient cities.
This setup... it's practically an otherworld version of a presidential suite.
Cui Ciyou looked around, unable to keep from marveling inwardly.
The standard of these guest rooms far surpassed that of any inn he had seen in this world.
They were even somewhat more luxurious than the royal retreats of the Asla Kingdom.
*Still, that makes sense. This castle itself is practically a mobile royal palace. Setting aside a few