Chapter 19: Living Like Royalty
“We’ve raised three properties this past summer, appointed for those newly ennobled – knights, barons, lords – and for the champion we’d resolved to summon,” Warren said. “You shall have the first choice among these three, for such privilege is due your station.”
Cole glanced outside as they passed by a federalist-style home. “Still a bit surprised we’re getting this done during training. But hey, ain’t arguing with that.”
“Yes, the arrangement was amended. Proximity to the district should spare you needless travel.”
Warren’s car rolled to a stop before 23 Ashard Street. Cole had seen places like this in the movies – the kind of mansion some British lord would probably live in; the average noble aristocrat’s home in most isekai anime. Everything still had that fresh-cut look to it, the stone barely weathered. The granite seemed to flow right up from the ground itself, no seams or mortar lines where the foundation met earth. The builders must’ve used magic to shape the whole property from the bedrock up.
Miles whistled as they walked past wrought-iron gates, through a simple but well-kept courtyard. “Well, hot damn. Reckon they’re serious ‘bout keepin’ their heroes comfortable. Didn’t figure we’d be livin’ like royalty just for signin’ up.”
“Privileges due your station,” Warren repeated, opening the front door. “Shall we?”
The entrance hall was… well, elegant as fuck. Marble floors, wooden panels climbing thirty feet up the walls, and enough space to park a truck – and not one of the smaller Japanese ones, either. A full 18-wheeler.
“Little much,” Ethan said, failing to hide his smile. Even he had to appreciate the absurdity.
“This? But a glimpse,” Warren said, gesturing to their right. “Come – let us see the drawing room.”