I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

Chapter 2 - The Shabby Cabin (2)

It was a very old and shabby cabin. There was no other way to describe it.

It was so aged that cobwebs clung to the edges of the roof. The wood, which once must have been a deep brown, now bore the dark marks of time, and the stairs in front of the door creaked.

In modern times, it might have been considered an old log cabin.

Because I was a petty bourgeois. It was old and worn out, but it didn’t look particularly narrow to me.

It could be seen that some effort had been put into making it. At the very least, it gave off the impression that it was a place where people could live.

But that was just my point of view.

From the standpoint of the nobles of the Eilencia Ducal Family, the story was different.

Sure enough, a few steps away, the siblings stood with stern expressions.