By night, Ophelia and Dante arrived at the mansion, which was to be placed in both her and Theo's names.
"When you spoke of this home, I imagined it to be small. Not a mansion," Ophelia said, ogling at the high walls. "We certainly cannot be farmers, so that you may end that thought."
"How could I put my wife and her brother in a small home? I did look for the smallest mansion to be more to your taste, and this is all I could find," said Dante.
"This is small?" Ophelia asked, viewing it as large. "It is not like the castle, but it is quite large. How is it cleaned?"
"A maid comes every few days. It belongs to my family, so it has always been cared for. If you want, that can stop," Dante said as he crept towards Ophelia and hugged her. "We are the only ones here for now, so we will have to do the cleaning and prepare our food."
