Theodore entered the banquet hall of Happy House with Aurora at his side, his eyes quietly surveying the room.

“So this mansion is called Happy House,” he thought.

The name suited Cherry Sinclair perfectly.

Cherry flitted about the hall, adorned in a charming cocktail hat perched atop her pink curls, an elegant mermaid dress, and pristine silk gloves that extended to her elbows. She looked every bit the part of a high-society lady preparing for a grand soirée, inspecting furniture with a critical eye.@@novelbin@@

Harrison Howard, the lawyer, followed her closely, jotting notes diligently into his notebook.

The scene was so natural, so ordinary, that it made one momentarily forget the world had fallen into ruin.

The heiress of the Sinclair family, known for their dubious business practices, had purchased this peculiar mansion, which now stood resilient despite the world’s collapse.

“This part needs repairs, too. And a few more chairs should be added,” Cherry remarked as she discussed logistics with Harrison. Then, noticing Theodore and Aurora standing by, she tilted her head curiously.

“You’re early. Please, both of you, have a seat. We’ll start the meeting once everyone arrives.”

Early, she said. Theodore shot a glance at Harrison, who had summoned them. Harrison, oblivious or intentionally so, adjusted his glasses and continued focusing on Cherry.

After a brief hesitation, Theodore carefully pulled out a chair and sat down—not at the head of the table, but beside it.

As the last crown prince of a fallen world, asserting his royal authority felt meaningless until he could restore life and normalcy to the people of Graydon.

Aurora, on the other hand, didn’t sit. Instead, she wandered over to Cherry, peeking at her curiously.

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