A figure in a black robe flew in from the direction of Shadow Marsh and landed at the Typhonian checkpoint. Soldiers and the garrison officer immediately gathered around, asking why this mage had come—mages who had mastered Flight Magic were unlike those mass-trained "Battle Mages." They came from the Royal Mage Association, had received systematic education and years of training, and normally served in places such as Communication Towers or Mage Association branches. For someone like this to come in person, there was clearly something important at hand.
"You should have stopped that train just now!" The black-robed mage looked irritably at the Magic-Powered Train that had already crossed the border. It had not entered full acceleration, instead gliding along the tracks, but the national border was an invisible wall. Once it had crossed, even if the train moved slower than a snail, it was beyond the Typhonians' ability to pursue. "Damn it... There may have been people hiding aboard that train, crossing the border in secret!"
The knight stationed at the outpost widened his eyes and immediately glanced back toward the train before turning around again. "We already inspected it. There was nothing aboard except cargo matching the manifest and registered crew members."
"Did you inspect it personally?"
Faced with the mage's stern gaze, the young Typhonian officer showed no fear. He straightened his chest. "I inspected it personally. The soldiers inspected it once, and I inspected it once myself."
"...Fine. Let's hope you didn't make a mistake," the mage said with a sigh. "Listen, orders have come from Alderan..."
The train stopped at the checkpoint on the Cecil side. Soldiers began inspecting its cargo according to regulations and exchanging the necessary customs documents with the train's person in charge. They carried out their duties meticulously, and nothing