After reaching the mansion that currently served as the center of government, Krugger could not help but sigh.
"Your father truly should construct a proper government building. Using a mansion for this is extremely embarrassing," he muttered as they entered and made their way toward the second floor.
Everyone recognized who Krugger was, though not everyone could speak with him. His Spanish was still limited, and most exchanges required patience. Still, permission was quickly granted for him to go upstairs — especially with Isabella at his side.
"May I ask why it matters so much to have a proper government building?" Isabella asked curiously.
"It matters, Isabella, because a nation is an idea — and an idea needs a home that looks as though it will endure for a thousand years," Krugger replied, his voice echoing through the wide hallway.
He stopped at the top of the staircase and gestured toward the crystal chandelier overhead.
