Aester
Translator: CKtalon
Aester lived in a four-story building near the castle.
This was likely newly built or renovated in the past 20 years. Unlike the sturdy and solemn-looking houses around it, it was brightly colored, and its style was unrestrained, luxurious, and classy.
"It's still a little lacking and not perfect enough," Shang Jianyao commented.
Genava—who was sitting beside him—asked very honestly, "What's lacking?"
Shang Jianyao rolled down the window, stretched out his arm, and pointed at the building. "Isn't it in the Old World's entertainment? Such a building needs a beautiful garden; it's best if it's planted with roses."
The building had neither a garden nor a lawn. It only had a cement square in front of it for parking and to widen the distance between it and houses on the street where pedestrians could throw bombs.
"The weather here isn't suitable for gardens or lawns either," Genava explained seriously.