New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 670: Carriage and cloaks

The massive gates groaned as they shuddered open, the sound so deep and thunderous that Coco flinched instinctively— her shoulders tensing at the sheer weight of the noise.

It echoed across the frozen ground, vibrating through her feet and seeping to her bones.

Coco’s breath hitched and she tried to remove herself from her mother’s grip, but Cleora’s grip on Coco’s wrist stayed firm, pulling her forward as the gates yawned wider, revealing just enough space for the wagons to roll through.

Coco’s pulse pounded in her ears.

It was clear Cleora had no intention of stopping and what’s worse is that she still hadn’t said a single word.

Cleora tugged at her and the two of them went through the opened gates, her breath caught in her chest— her eyes widening at the sight before her.

It was unlike anything she had ever seen so far.

The city was bustling with life. People minded their business as if the sound of the opening of the massive gates were an everyday occurrence, their faces hidden beneath thick clothing, boots tramping against the snow covered ground.

Coco stared, her pulse quickening in her throat.

Before she could react though, Cleora had already pulled her to the side, bringing her to an abrupt stop.

Coco blinked, her gaze following Cleora’s gesture toward the wooden vehicle standing proudly to the side and honestly? Using the word luxurious was an understatement.

The carriage before her was a masterpiece— delicately built and carefully adorned, every detail lovingly crafted with attention and precision.

Its glossy black exterior was polished, gleaming under the moonlight like dark silk.

Coco could find herself staring, almost mesmerized by the expensive looking carriage.

"Come on." Cleora called, the sound of her voice tearing through her daughter’s thoughts, firm yet gentle, as she tugged her forward once again.

Coco hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, trailing behind her mother as Cleora finally released her wrist and with a graceful motion, Cleora pulled open the carriage door.

Coco was hesitant, but she took a peek inside and her breath hitched slightly at what she saw.

It was huge.

Far more spacious than any carriage she had ever been in— with plush velvet seating, soft fabrics, and a small lantern that cast a warm glow over the interior— it was less a mode of transport and more a private chamber on wheels.

Coco gaped openly at the lavishness of the carriage. How could the cushions be so plush?! Not to mention, the gleaming woodwork!

Of course, she took notice of the warmth that welcomed her by the door even though she had not stepped inside just yet.

Is this what money can do? Coco thought, barely registering Cleora’s amused smile at her reaction before realizing her mother had not actually entered the carriage.

Instead, Cleora leaned in just enough to retrieve a small box resting on the carriage floor.

She held it out to Coco, her expression softening slightly. "Here.. Bring this to your husbands first, then come back for your friends’ things."

Coco blinked down at the box, her fingers curling around it instinctively. It was light and small, the size of it was the reason why she didn’t notice it when the carriage door opened.

Coco’s eyebrows knitted together as she examined the box in her hands, turning it over lightly.

"Mama, why is this so.. Weightless? I could barely feel its weight in my hands." Coco murmured, more to herself than to Cleora. "What’s even inside of this?"

Cleora hummed, the sound warm and comforting, before she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Coco’s forehead.

"It’s enchanted, my dear." She explained, her voice carrying an evident tone of pride. "It’s imbued with magic stones— ones that let it hold far more than its size suggests without adding a single ounce of weight."

Coco’s eyes widened slightly and she raised the box to her face. "This is a magic box?"

Her fingers traced the carvings along its sides and bottom— now completely aware of the hum of energy beneath her fingertips.

Of course.. Nothing about her was going to be normal. Cleora is a ruler after all.

What am I expecting anyway? Coco sighed, her breath coming out with misty puffs of air that immediately got swept in the breeze.

"Alright, mama." She conceded, tucking the box carefully against her chest. "I’ll be back."

Cleora watched as her daughter turned away from her and before Coco could take a step forward, she called out.

"Coco." The older woman called her daughter’s name softly. "I’m sorry for being so cold today."

Coco blinked and tilted her head. "I don’t mind. I knew that something was up, so I didn’t push the matter further. You’ll explain things to me sooner or later, right?"

"Ye.. Yeah." Cleora mumbled, eyebrows furrowing.

"Then that’s all that matters, mama." Coco hummed and flashed her a small smile. "Anyway, I’ll be back. I’ll see you in a bit."

And with that, she turned once more, heading straight toward the wagon where her husbands and friends still slept, completely unaware of the surprises waiting for them.

Coco hurried back through the massive gates, the cold nipping at her skin as she reached the wagon in quick strides.

Pulling aside the curtain, she peeked her head inside— finding everyone still sound asleep, tangled together in various degrees of comfort that they sought from each other.

Smiling slightly, she carefully set the enchanted box down, then with a deep breath, she flipped the lid open.

Instantly, a soft, shimmering glow spilled out from inside, casting dancing reflections across the wagon’s interior with the magic stones embedded inside pulsed faintly, their energy humming as the enchantment activated— revealing neatly folded cloaks lined with fur, each one clearly meant for one of her sleeping husbands.

Coco blinked and exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head.

Now, with checking the content of the box aside, the real challenge came.

Waking them up.