Chapter 428: Blaize Family Estate

Chapter 428: Blaize Family Estate

Deep Within the Lavish Confines of Rosalind's New Study.

"You are going to accompany me back to Korusta?" Lachlan spoke, frowning. "If you wanted to stop this war... I can tell you now that there is no way that would happen. Those people tried to kill me. The Fluer Family needed to suffer."

Rosalind, composed and collected, raised an eyebrow as she calmly sipped her tea, the bitter taste mirroring the discord in the room. "I do not want to stop the war," she stated firmly, setting her cup down with a deliberate clink. "However, I am very interested in establishing trade with the Empire of Korusta. I have already spoken to influential individuals from Rakha, and they have agreed to provide us with the necessary supplies to create a portal."

Lachlan's hand shot up, halting Rosalind's explanation mid-sentence. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you telling me that you... that you have no intentions in the war? Instead, you are going there to convince the Emperor to trade?" His disbelief was palpable, his assumptions shattered. He had expected a more combative stance from the new Duchess.

"What does the war have to do with me?" she countered, her voice infused with a quiet determination. "Even if trade is established, it does not mean it will be affected by the war. The conflict will not be waged in Korusta. It is Sloryn that will bear the brunt of the devastation if they wait for you to reach their gates."

A heavy silence descended upon the room. The vast distance between Korusta and Sloryn loomed before them, a stark reminder of the futility and senseless loss that awaited both sides should war erupt. The realization settled inRosalind's trading plans would proceed undeterred, detached from the impending conflict.

The Blaize Family's reputation for their impulsive nature had preceded them, and Rosalind knew all too well the potential for them to ignite a full-blown war. But she had no intention of getting entangled in their fiery squabble. Her priority lay in preparing the north for the impending demon threat, a responsibility she couldn't afford to neglect by involving herself in the Blaize family's vendetta.

"Look, you just got married and " Lachlan was not able to complete his words when Rosalind interrupted him.

"If you do not want me to go to Korusta, just say it," she interjected, her eyes meeting his with unwavering determination.

Caught off guard, Lachlan opened his mouth to respond but found himself speechless. He stared at Rosalind, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and unspoken emotions.

"Then I will accompany you to talk to the Emperor," he said.

"Very well," Rosalind got up.

"Where are you going?'

"To Korusta" Rosalind said.

"Follow me," Lachlan commanded, his gaze shifting between Rosalind and Josephine. Josephine's insisted on accompanying them, Lachlan surprisingly agreed without much resistance to Rosalind's irritation.

Since that incident with Atior, Rosalind had been trying to keep the woman at an arms length. She did not want to entangled herself with another sorcerer.

"This place is a bit weird," Josephine mused. "It's too hot. Why do humans live here?"

"This place is good" Lachlan lead them to the market. The teleportation took them to the Black market in Korusta which was connected to the Market in the Capital of Korusta. Soon enough, the three of them found horses and started traveling towards the Blaize estate.

After about an hour, they finally reached the famous mansion of the Blaize Family.

In her previous life, Rosalind had heard whispers and tales about the unique Blaize estate, but she could never have fathomed the true nature of its peculiarity. As she stood before the mansion, her eyes widened in disbelief. She found herself blinking repeatedly to ensure she wasn't caught in some sort of vivid dream. The imposing structure appeared to have forged its existence upon the very side of a dormant volcano, as if it were an extension of the fiery depths below.

The mansion's architecture, meticulously crafted with a blend of opulence and practicality, bore the unmistakable marks of the Blaize Family's connection to the element of fire. The walls, fashioned from a mix of dark volcanic stone and shimmering red bricks, exuded an air of strength and resilience. Intricate carvings depicting dancing flames adorned every corner, paying homage to the ancestral bond between the Blaize lineage and the element that had blessed them.

As Rosalind's gaze ascended, her eyes were drawn to the cascading balconies that seemed to dangle precariously over the edge, offering an unparalleled view of the sprawling volcanic landscape below. The balconies, wrought with ornate ironwork that mimicked the sinuous movements of flames.

Rosalind took in the mansion's grandeur. It was as if the very heartbeat of the Blaize Family resonated within these walls, pulsating with the raw energy of the fire they commanded.

The air surrounding the mansion carried a distinct warmth, a gentle caress that whispered of the eternal fire simmering beneath the earth's surface.

However, the scorching heat of the surroundings was unbearable, especially for someone who had grown accustomed to the colder climates of the north.

Beads of perspiration formed on her brow, threatening to dampen her resolve. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, feeling the heat radiating from her own skin. It was as if the very air itself was aflame, testing the limits of endurance.

"I can only assume that the fire-man is immune to the searing temperatures," Josephine mused aloud. "But what about the others? How can they withstand such intense heat? It seems unbearable for them to live here."

"Those who bear the blood of the Blaize Family, regardless of their ability to manipulate fire, possess an inherent resilience to the heat," Lachlan explained. "This place, our ancestral home, serves as a sanctuary to us. It is a testament to the fiery essence that flows through our veins."

Before Lachlan could delve further into his explanation, a commotion erupted around them. Shouts and cries filled the air as people within the mansion's vicinity noticed the presence of Lachlan, Rosalind, and Josephine. The news spread like wildfire, igniting a wave of chaos and curiosity among the inhabitants.