William and Finch felt their senses spin calmly, colors intertwining and warping for a fleeting split second, and then, just as abruptly, they felt solid ground beneath their feet. Their awareness snapped back into place in the very next heartbeat. Their black eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the world around them.

What greeted their sight was a massive room draped in the most lavish opulence imaginable. A grand bed rested elegantly off to the side, its frame carved from dark wood and its sheets glowing faintly with a silky sheen. Two tall windows were fitted neatly into the wall, allowing gentle rays of light to spill across the polished floor.

Numerous paintings, each depicting different scenes, landscapes, and ancient histories, were hung with careful precision, further enhancing the room's already palpable grandeur.

Anyone who stepped inside would, without question, assume the room belonged to at least an Emperor or some other being of equivalent stature and authority.

"Ehh… Where are we?" Finch finally asked, his voice slicing through the thick silence that had settled over them.

At those words, Asher smirked slightly before replying, "Why tell you when I can show you?" With that brief response, he turned and began walking toward the door. Finch and William exchanged glances, their black eyes filled with confusion. They had no idea how they had suddenly appeared in such a place.

Yes, they were aware that Asher possessed a spatial affinity and could teleport, but even so, everything they sensed told them they were no longer within the Rivelle Barony. That meant Asher had teleported them several kilometers away, an accomplishment that should have been impossible for him at his current level.

Asher stepped out of the room, and this action snapped Finch and William out of their spiraling thoughts. They immediately followed after him.

Stepping into the hallway, they began walking forward, keeping a respectful step behind Asher. The hallway stretched on elegantly, a rich, ruby-red carpet running across the marble floor beneath their feet. Light holders, crafted from gold, silver, and materials they couldn't even identify, were fixed along the walls. Their warm glow illuminated the corridor, reflecting softly against framed portraits and decorative ornaments.

Along the way, they encountered two maids who were conversing quietly as they walked, soft laughter escaping between them. As soon as the maids sensed the presence of three people approaching, their eyes shifted forward. The moment their gazes landed on Asher and the two boys behind him, their bodies froze in complete shock.

"Tenth Sun," the maids said in unison, immediately bowing deeply in greeting.

Asher walked past them without a nod or any flicker of acknowledgment, maintaining his calm demeanor. Finch and William followed suit, passing the maids without speaking or reacting, simply trailing behind Asher with quiet steps.

As they continued walking, the same reaction repeated itself. Maids, butlers, and attendants of all kinds encountered them in the corridor. Each person froze for a second in stunned recognition before bowing deeply with absolute respect. Not one hesitated.

This continued all the way until the trio stepped out of the enormous building through a set of towering front doors. They emerged onto a vast porch that overlooked what could only be described as a massive, immaculately maintained lawn.

A few fountains decorated the expansive grounds, their waters sparkling under the sunlight. Numerous plants, shrubs, and towering trees stretched outward, covering the world around them with a serene and vibrant greenery.

The air itself felt peaceful, calm, and strangely uplifting. Across the lawn, maids and butlers carried out their daily duties, tending to the trees, trimming plants, watering flowers, and keeping the estate pristine, just as they likely did every single day.

Finch and William turned around almost instinctively, their eyes snapping toward the building they had just exited, and froze. Before them stood a colossal castle, so vast and majestic that it immediately put the Rivelle Barony to shame. Compared to this structure, the barony looked like something built by a poor man with limited means. Every inch of the castle exuded power, wealth, and age-old prestige.

"Don't tell me…" William whispered, his voice cracking slightly. His mouth hung open as his mind raced to connect the overwhelming evidence before him.

Asher smiled faintly at William's reaction and spoke calmly, "Welcome to the Wargrave Ducal Estate, William, Finch."

His words detonated like a shockwave in their minds. Their thoughts stalled, their bodies stiffened, and for a moment it felt as though even the air around them had frozen.

'The Wargrave Ducal Estate? THE WARGRAVE?'

William screamed internally, unable to force out any words. Who in the entire Empire hadn't heard of the Wargraves? Who didn't dream of forging an alliance with the Wargraves? Who wouldn't leap at the chance to marry into the line, be it the next Duke or Primarch? Even dating a Wargrave was considered an honor dreams were made of.

William swallowed hard, his mind spiraling as it jumped from one thought to another. His mind filled with the image of the Duke, Azeron Wargrave, Asher's father, one of the most respected figures in the Empire. Then his thoughts raced to the First Sun, Malrik Wargrave, and the Second Moon, Wuthenya Wargrave. Just imagining meeting these legendary figures made his entire body tremble with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

Finch, too, felt himself lose little body fat he had the moment he processed Asher's words. He always considered himself lucky, extremely lucky, but this? This felt like luck so insane it bordered on divine intervention. His mind briefly wandered to the Whale family and whether any of them had ever even spoken to a real Wargrave in person.

Then his imagination spiraled out of control.

What if his Good Luck ability activated at the perfect moment? What if the Duke took an interest in him and accepted him as a disciple? What if one of the Moons fell in love with him due to his luck?

A flood of "what if" scenarios raced through his mind, each one wilder than the last, as he envisioned countless ways his Good Luck ability could catapult him to unimaginable heights in just a single step.

Asher remained silent, allowing them to have their moment of shock, awe, and fantasy.

Meanwhile, because Asher had spoken earlier, every maid and butler attending to the garden had heard the familiar voice. They froze mid-motion, their heads snapping toward the source. When their eyes landed on the purple haired, purple eyed boy they all recognized instantly, they bowed as one and greeted in perfect unison:

"Tenth Sun!"

Their collective voices tore through the peaceful air with pure reverence. For a moment, Asher wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply gave a small nod, accepting all their greetings at once before saying, "You may continue your work."

The synchronized greeting snapped Finch and William out of their spiraling thoughts. They both turned toward Asher with new expressions, smiles spreading across their faces, each smile shaped by their own private thoughts and swelling anticipation.

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