Kingdom of Mithra, royal capital.
Recently, the royal capital had become livelier than ever before—and more heavily guarded than ever before.
No matter which city gate one looked at, the guards stationed there had all become exceptionally high-level knights. It was no longer like before, when only knights around level thirty stood watch.
Soldiers and knights patrolled atop the city walls as well, with greater intensity than ever. Their faces remained stern from start to finish, every movement meticulous and rigid, as though they did not dare show even the slightest negligence.
Those with keen senses who observed the royal capital at this moment would also discover that not only was its protective barrier operating at full power, but numerous hidden magic formulas and even Magic Items had been set up in every direction, forming an exceptionally powerful defense system that protected the royal capital inside and out, above and below.
Under such circumstances, long lines had formed before every city gate.
Anyone entering the city had to undergo strict inspections by the guards, whether they were commoners, merchant caravans, or nobles.
The nobles in particular were clearly filled with impatience, yet they still had no choice but to submit to the guards' inspections.
This showed just how tight security in the royal capital was today.
There was nothing that could be done about it.
At this time, ornate and extravagant convoys frequently passed through the streets and alleys of the royal capital, stirring endless discussion among the citizens.
"Is that the convoy of a king from one of the small neighboring countries in the south?"
"And that's the royal guard of several western countries."
"That one seems to be the convoy carrying high-ranking Dwarves."
"And over there—that's the convoy of the Beastmen Race's Priestly Corps."
The citizens watched those