New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 676: New house

Time became a fuzzy concept for everyone with the constant rocking of the carriage.

The ride was nauseating at the first three minutes, but after the harsh jolting, the rhythmic sway slowly returned as the vehicle resumed its smooth journey.

The seconds and minutes soon melded together, the only markers of time being the changing scenery and the growing weariness in everyone’s body.

Coco wasn’t even sure how long they had been traveling— only that the journey seemed endless at the moment.

Finally, after what seemed like forever.. The carriage came to a gentle halt, the silence of night broken by the sound of hooves on the cobblestone.

They must have arrived, wherever they were going.

Coco couldn’t help, but let out a quiet sigh of relief to herself when she felt the carriage finally stopped, her body relaxing slightly at the end of the long journey.

Before she could move, the carriage door creaked open— revealing Cleora standing outside, her lips curled into that familiar, knowing smile.

"We’re finally here!" The older woman announced, her voice showing her excitement.*

She announced the words like they were sweet honey.. A much-needed reassurance on a journey that was a little far from smooth.

Coco took a steadying breath, gathering herself as best as she could before carefully standing up from her seat with the help of Zaque and Quizen before getting herself out of the carriage.

Coco blinked, her drowsiness now forgotten as she peered past Cleora— eager to see just where she was.

Konoha flicked her tail and hopped down from Zaque’s lap, ready to investigate.

Cleora looked at the feline as she stepped out of the carriage and settled beside her master, only then did she notice her child’s tired state.

She stepped forward and caught Coco’s attention, then she simply held out a steady hand, an unspoken offer of support without any words of concern.

Coco huffed quietly, pride and stubbornness mingling together which caused her to want to refuse such help, but her exhaustion won out.

With a resigned sigh escaping her nose, she reached back and took her mother’s hand, her fingers gripping gently the older woman’s and accepting the support offered.

Cleora shook her head with an exasperated yet affectionate smile, her eyes warm with amusement.

"You stubborn child." She murmured, squeezing Coco’s hand lightly before turning away. "But it doesn’t matter. We’re here— and this?"

Cleora whipped around and gestured elegantly toward the grand estate behind her, its towering silhouette framed by the moonlight with snow covering its roof.

"This will be your new house." Cleora announced, looking at the estate with a proud nod.

Coco blinked, her pride momentarily forgotten as she took in the sight before her, her breath caught in her throat.

She studied the estate with wide eyes— its sleek, modern design a big difference from the rustic or ornate buildings she was used to seeing for the past few months in this world.

The structure was dominated by sharp angles and a large couple of glass panels, all framed in deep, polished black.

Sleek, modern, and unmistakably not native to this world.

It looked like something plucked straight from earth, those mansions that are black and white, which was completely out of place in this new world— and yet, impossibly, it belonged here.

Her gaze flickered to the neighboring houses, and realization dawned.

The houses.. They were all like this, with the last house at the end being smaller than the one before her.

Her pulse quickened and she turned to face her mother. Did she—

However, her mother’s smirk was all the answer she needed for her question.

"Welcome." *Cleora hummed which was quickly followed by a giggle. "To the otherworlder district of Archensheen. It’s small, but it’s quite a sight."

Coco let out an exasperated huff, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water— completely and utterly speechless because what could she even say to that?

Before she could muster a retort, Cleora had already hooked an arm through hers and was briskly tugging her forward, the black gates of the modern estate swinging open with an ominous yet oddly stylish creak.

Can a creak have a style? Coco doesn’t know anymore. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The black gates swung open further, as if welcoming her despite her protests towards her mother.

"Mama, wait—!" Coco squeaked, but Cleora was unstoppable, her strides confident as she practically dragged her daughter toward the entrance.

Despite Coco trying to argue, deep down, she was definitely already planning where to put her favorite furniture.

Still, Coco huffed in irritation, her arguments dying in her throat.

It was a lost cause anyway and she knew it, and Cleora knew it— they both knew she could never win against her mother.

"Come on!" Cleora coaxed, her tone smug. "Wait till you see the front of the house."

The two of them stepped in the front yard and what sprawled out before them was vast, impossibly so, easily dwarfing Zaque’s house’s entire front yard in sheer scale alone.

The perfectly manicured lawn stretched out in smooth, even lines, with trimmed hedges that bordered the cobblestone paths that led deeper into the grounds.

There was enough space here to build not just a shed, but an entire additional small house— maybe even two.

Coco blinked rapidly, trying to process the absurdity of it.

This is hers?

Cleora chuckled at her stunned reaction. "I told you you would like it."

Then, Cleora wasted no time, gripping Coco’s wrist tightly once more and tugging her forward, leading her up the walkway and toward the entrance.

The huge black doors were elegant and they swung silently at Cleora’s touch as she pushed them with no effort, revealing a spacious room inside.

Coco gapped and her boots clicked softly against the smooth, gleaming surface of the polished concrete floor as she got pulled inside, her eyes darting around to take in the state of the place.

It was like stepping into a completely different world.