In the early morning, in a courtyard on the east side of the city.
Old Siran woke up to the cheerful chirping of larks outside the window. His long-time wife had already risen, directing the servants to sweep the fallen leaves of bay wood clean from the stone path of the courtyard, tidying up the somewhat messy lawn in front of the door. She then had the servants prepare breakfast, his preferred sandwich with corn porridge since arriving here.
Coming downstairs, breakfast was ready, and the family was sitting at the dining table waiting.
Once Old Siran sat at the head of the table, breakfast began.
He took a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth, the slightly sweet taste stimulating his taste buds, giving Old Siran a slight jolt. He couldn't help but once again feel admiration in his heart for His Highness Blue Dragon Austin who created such a great kingdom of civilization.
