While some contemplated the fate of the world, others searched desperately for their own.
These halls were every bit as unsettling as Emilia remembered.
The family's coldness seemed to seep into one's very bones, as though all warmth had been extinguished long ago, leaving behind an invisible blizzard that chilled not the body, but the soul itself.
The windows were enormous, stretching from floor to ceiling, yet sunlight never seemed to reach this place. It was as though the manor itself rejected warmth, preferring this eternal, lifeless chill.
This was a hall without warmth.
Standing there, Emilia began to question why she had wanted this so badly.
Now that she finally had it...
There was no joy.
She had been better off before.
Except...
Now she truly needed it.
Yes...
This was her home.
Yet she had never truly lived here.
If anything, she had been shunned throughout her childhood. She could count on one hand the number of times she had entered this manor.
Six.
