The next day.
In the eastern part of Ichrite City-State, the new residence of the Wilfords.
The spacious and bright dining room on the first floor was bathed in the soft morning sunlight, which shone through the window lattice and gently fell into every corner, carrying with it the outlines of the leaves outside the window.
In the courtyard, a soft summer morning breeze occasionally passed, bringing the subtle and elegant fragrance of a variety of flowers from the distant garden.
The Wilford family's breakfast today was different from usual.
At one side of the table, in addition to the head of the family, Noe, there was an additional special presence.
"Dad, can you give me some money?"
"No!"
The head of the family sitting in the main seat of the dining table, Noe Wilford, wore his usual expression, his gaze landing on Lanci and involuntarily revealing a mixture of complex emotions.