Chapter 289 Visiting the Ancient Castle

In the room, the half-enclosed stove burned wood, emitting faint scents of trees and the smell of smoke, bringing a unique sensation.

On the sofa by the stove, Tilan, having just bathed, rested her slightly damp feet near the fire, watching wisps of steam rise like curling smoke while the flames warmed her soles, bringing a slight comforting touch.

Outside the house, the world was piled with snowflakes. It was the end of August, yet the Southern Hemisphere was still in winter, the complete opposite of the north.

After the steam on her feet had evaporated, Tilan withdrew them, putting on warm, long socks, then moved the stove closer to her desk to warm the surrounding area.

Reclining in a comfortable chair, Tilan flipped through a book in front of her, occasionally picking up a pen to write or draw, to make some notes.