Seraphine POV
An hour later, the carriage rolled through the outer districts of the Capital and entered my territory. Not my father's. Mine. Agro Capital Territory. Even thinking it sent a strange feeling through my chest. Heavy. Real. Permanent. The gates of Agro Mansion Capital stood tall and proud, wrought iron reinforced with mana-threaded steel, the Agro crest carved at the center—simple, sharp, unapologetic.
Power didn't need gold paint. Power stood on its own. But what caught my attention wasn't the gate. It was the people. There were so many people. A line. A literal line. Stretching from the main gate, down the stone road, and into the outer courtyard.
Nobles. Commoners. Merchants and Scholars.
Even a few former adventurers, judging by the weapons on their hips and the way they stood like they didn't trust chairs. The carriage slowed. Then stopped. I stared at the crowd, blinking slowly. "…Coffi."
