The sky was clear when Lady Rose Adam finally reached the outskirts of Kyle's village.
Her eyes widened the moment the rooftops came into view.
"This can't be the same place…"
She murmured, leaning forward in the carriage as it rolled past a row of neatly built homes.
Stone pathways, lantern posts, and even small gardens lined the main road.
There were villagers bustling about with purpose, wearing clean clothes and carrying tools or goods. Children ran past, laughing, holding wooden tablets as if they were headed to class.
"This… this is a village?"
It looked more like a small, thriving town.
As the carriage approached the gate, two guards immediately stepped forward, spears crossed.
"Halt! State your business."
"This is Lord Armstrong's village. Visitors need to declare their purpose."
One of the guards said, stern-faced.