New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

Aristia looked up from the painting on the bed, then to Alaric’s sleeping face and Millie beside him.

She released a sigh and put the paper away.

Of course there was no painting to show Alaric. She couldn’t do magic. Where would the painting come from?

She had just said that to distract him. So she asked Alaric to paint with her after they came to her room, saying that she forgot to paint one and thought that she had.

After putting the sheet away, she climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over herself and Alaric.

[Thank God the rooms are soundproof, else judging from the intensity in Wilson’s eyes, our ears wouldn’t have been able to remain innocent.] She sent a prayer out for Catherine.

A yawn escaped her lips.

[Gosh, I’m tired. Travelling really isn’t easy, especially in a carriage.]

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A few minutes later, she was sound asleep.

Aristia opened her eyes, feeling a bit strange. Where was she?

She was clearly in a mansion, but not in the Grand Duke’s Mansion. The mansion seemed a bit familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen such a mansion.

She was standing in the middle of an empty corridor. A few servants walked towards her direction, whispering as they moved.