The carriage descended the smooth serpentine roads from the hills and onto the main cobblestone of the city.
Below them, the sprawling capital of Eldoria hummed with the energy of a city shaking off a storm. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was a mix of Hope's childhood wonder and Yuna's rigid professionalism.
"Master Rossana," Yuna began. "Where are we headed to first?"
Kurt leaned back, folding his arms. "Hmm. I was thinking we could go to Hope's place first but… are we even allowed in. Don't they usually clear out the houses of the deceased?"
"Huh? But I'm not dead." Hope said with her hand on her chin.
"Thank God. And here I thought my only remaining eye was starting to fail me."
"Hehehe~"
"Since Peter was a priest and had no immediate legal heirs, I believe the Bureau of Civil Affairs would have moved in to possess the belongings," Yuna explained.
