The mood of the entire estate was quite sombre and unpleasant, and it felt as if the whole place had lost its luster while a quiet heaviness lingered over every corner of the villa.
There were still small children running and gliding across the halls and gardens while servants continued their work as usual, but after losing so many at once, Ethan could not help but feel an emptiness inside.
The first batch of children had already gone to guard Frostvale.
The second batch had gone directly to the battlefield.
And the third were still toddling around the estate without understanding anything about the cruel world outside.
The war remained uncertain, and even Ethan himself had barely managed to survive through it before getting his ass kicked several times.
Before the children left, he had repeated the same advice over and over again until even Sophia became annoyed hearing it.
"Fuck the war and pride. If you find yourself in a perilous situation, then run away."
