Soon, the final signature was inked onto parchment. The last document had been signed, stamped with the royal seal, and placed in a leather-bound folder before being handed to Wilson. Wilson officially transferred ownership of the land to Aristia. The land now belonged to Aristia Amberale.
Aristia sighed with relief.
The whole process of transferring the land had taken quite some time, but at last, it was done.
Wilson left through the large doors of the Economic and Business Affairs Bureau with Aristia before handing the folder to her.
Aristia held the folder containing the land ownership documents in her hands, staring at them with bright eyes. Her lips curled into a delighted smile and she beamed. "Thank you, Papa," she said, looking away from the papers to look up at him.
[Without him, I wouldn't be able to get this land, at least not as a little girl.]
It was true. Without him, there was no way a six-year-old girl—princess or not—could have legally acquired land.
