Chapter 149
The wealth amassed from looting the noble families was substantial.
As Siren gazed at the endless stacks of treasure chests, she thought about how immense the fortune they had accumulated must have been.
With this, they could even build a new castle on the border between the South and Wilkeron.
“This location seems to be the most suitable.”
A meeting with key figures, including Eltan.
Eltan unfolded a map and pointed to a specific spot.
“There’s a desert to the south and plains to the north, with a river flowing through here. It’s a geographically advantageous position against foreign invasions and also ideal for gathering food supplies… What do you think?”
“It’s good. I like that it borders the Queen’s lands.”
When Yasamin nodded in approval, Eltan continued his explanation.
“This region is called ‘Idoros.’ First, the southern warriors will relocate here. As for the construction workers, we should implement an integration policy by hiring both Wilkerons and Southerners together.”
“Let’s do that.”
Deciding on the location was easy. It was a matter of trust in Eltan.
After all, Eltan must have already researched it thoroughly.
Besides, from what he explained, it seemed like the right choice.
“How about blending Wilkeron and Southern architectural styles evenly?”
Siren, still examining the map, voiced her thoughts.
“I think it will result in a unique style. It would also be interesting for travelers from other countries. As for the roads, I’d like to use tiles. A tiled surface is much more beautiful than dirt or stone.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Yasamin agreed immediately as soon as she spoke.
Of course, he would have said yes no matter what, but since her idea wasn’t bad, the others accepted it without hesitation.
After all, Southern warriors were not the type to have strong opinions about aesthetics, so they had no reason to object to the idea of making things ‘pretty.’
“Let’s dye them blue with white patterns. Using Aquafuran motifs, like this…”
Siren picked up a pen and began sketching tile designs on a blank sheet of paper.
The details would need to be discussed with an architect later, but it was necessary to draft a preliminary plan first.
“Then, I will arrange for Southern architects to be brought to Idoros in advance. As for Wilkeron architects, we can bring them along when we head down.”
Eltan neatly stacked the documents with a crisp sound, signaling the conclusion of the meeting.
As Siren looked down at the sun-dappled desk, she felt a sense of liberation.
A distinct feeling that a chapter in her life had finally been ‘settled.’
It wasn’t exhilarating, nor was it thrilling. It was simply… calm.
Yet, for some reason, a quiet sense of fulfillment bloomed in her chest.
Ah, a chapter has closed. The first act has come to an end. Perhaps that was why.
For the first time in her breathless race through life, a sense of ease settled in. A thought arose unbidden—‘I’d like to rest for a while.’
There was still a lingering discomfort, the source of which she couldn’t quite grasp. But it was faint enough to ignore.
…Whether it was something she should ignore, she wasn’t entirely sure.
‘Still, just for today, I’ll rest.’
In truth, it was rare for her to seek Yasamin’s embrace first.
But today, for some reason, she craved warmth.
The warmth and security of a strong, steadfast man offering his arms without hesitation—that alone was enough to bring her peace.
“What’s the occasion?”
“No reason.”
“Does your heart feel empty?”
“I think so.”
As she reached out her arms, the man effortlessly lifted her up. She had grown far too accustomed to such acts, as if they were the most natural thing in the world. That, in itself, was concerning.
“What would I do without you now?”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t be here.”
“You’ve spoiled me too much.”
When she grumbled for no reason, Yasamin grinned, looking utterly pleased.
“It worked out just as I planned. I wanted you to become someone who can’t do anything without me.”
“I think you’ve already succeeded. Even walking on my own feels like a hassle now.”
It truly felt as though Yasamin existed solely for her.
Being in his arms erased any unease, leaving only a profound sense of peace.
‘This might not be right. I don’t believe you’d ever leave me, but if—just if—you ever did…’
It would be unbearable.
As they crossed the sunlit corridor, Yasamin smirked. He seemed so delighted that she pinched his cheek, prompting him to offer the other one as well.
They had an absurd relationship.
If one were to analyze it, their bond was built entirely on Yasamin’s unwavering devotion and love.
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