"Our family has fallen." Aisha summarized briefly, her gaze fixed on the sprawling mansion and estate before her, a faint bitterness shading her expression.
Compared to upstarts like Honma Noriko, Aisha firmly believed that families like hers—the Spice Nobles—were the rightful rulers of the Spice Coast.
The Aisha family residence was situated atop a rare, vast natural oasis in the desert, surrounded by towering white walls encircling three sprawling mansions. Palm trees rose higher than the walls, their immense emerald fronds providing shade for the courtyard.
The windows and doors were all arched, which Pan Ruiyi found to exude a very distinct exotic aesthetic.
The off-road vehicle came to a stop in front of the marble corridor. Pan Ruiyi stepped out, her gaze falling on the intricate mosaic murals adorning the walls, resembling some kind of flattened maze, perpetually impossible to decipher.
