Chapter 75: Heathford (1)
In the southwest of England lay the hometown of Liam Moore. Not quite in the south, but not completely in the west either, it was in a vague location. Since I didn’t know much about the geography of England or how to divide it into regions, I decided to refer to it roughly as the southwest.
Heathford, our destination, was a little west of Birmingham and located by the coast. We set out in the morning and arrived at Langcard Station in Heathford late in the afternoon.
When I first saw the scenery there, I felt a sense of longing. An unknown sadness welled up within me as I looked at the unfamiliar landscape.
It had been a long time since I had breathed fresh air, free from the stench of the Thames River.
“The air is so clean.”
“It’s like heaven compared to London, isn’t it?”
I agreed wholeheartedly.
Heathford was surrounded by mountains in the distance, with forests and fields. As if living up to its name, there were heather bushes scattered everywhere. It was barren, quiet, and a place where the gray and blue sea coexisted. I could understand why Liam Moore described it as beautiful.
Liam Moore’s expression was tense as he disembarked at Langcard Station. He quietly surveyed his surroundings and fixed his gaze on a distant white mansion. It was clear at a glance: that was Nifoisse Hall.