Godwin Orlando walked along the eastern street of the Mage District, with passersby coming and going beside him.
This elderly scholar from the royal capital paused his steps, taking in the land that was still quite unfamiliar to him, and the vibrant, lively people living upon it.
He sighed softly.
This is an incredible land, something he never doubted—back in the royal capital, he often heard news coming from the south about how the legendary Founding Duke led eight hundred people to establish a foothold in the Dark Mountain Range, a feat so extraordinary that it could only be described as "inconceivable." From that time, he knew that just as long as this land could exist peacefully, it would always be something remarkable.
