"It seems that even in a world where gods gather, you are no ordinary figure."
"To have a place like this to call your own in a city that seems so strictly hierarchical."
"You must have poured a great deal of effort into it."
The Seitenshi spoke softly, her tone filled with emotion.
"Effort?"
Haimo paused slightly, then let out an amused laugh at the Seitenshi's words.
"I wouldn't say it took any effort."
"The house we have now."
"Was simply a gift someone gave me as an apology."
"An apology?"
The Seitenshi froze slightly, clearly not having expected that answer.
"Well, there were a few little incidents along the way."
"In short, someone happened to feel they owed me."
Haimo shrugged without going into detail, merely glossing over it.
As they spoke.
They had already arrived before an enormous black wrought-iron gate.
The gate stood over three meters tall, black all over and adorned with intricate, exquisite vine patterns. Though made of metal, it had been polished free of burrs and gleamed with a cold luster beneath the moonlight.
Through the gaps between the bars.
They could see the three-story stone main building standing silently in the moonlight.
Though it lacked the grandeur of the modern Imperial Palace, it possessed the imposing air of a manor.
Its white exterior walls were made of fine marble.
Deep blue glazed tiles covered its pointed roof.
There was also its enormous, imposing arched oak front door.
"We're here."
"This is our familia's home."
Haimo gently came to a stop and took an antique-looking brass key from inside his clothes.
"Though..."
As Haimo inserted the key into the lock, he turned to look at the Seitenshi beside him.
He said jokingly:
"Compared to the magnificent Imperial Palace you used to live