The Fayjoy estate was massive, as was common for most nobles. Yet something about it felt… hollow.
There were fewer servants than expected. The courtyard lacked the quiet bustle such estates usually carried. Even the air felt still.
Luna's eyes moved slowly across the grounds as the carriage rolled forward.
'Is this because of the war… or am I just getting used to being a little princess of a ducal house?'
Whatever it was, something in the way the estate operated felt off to her. She could sense it simply by looking.
'It has to be the war.'
Every noble house was deploying troops to the front lines, no matter how small their forces were. Most of those sent were not even First Class. They would be building roads, paving paths, doing menial labor… or worse.
Cannon fodder.
For an unawakened person, fighting low-level monsters was already difficult. Meeting a Lesser Demon was a death match. Encountering higher types of demons was a guaranteed disaster.
