The Majestic White City!

Gondor was now ruled by Gondor Chancellor Turkon. He had already reached the final years of his political career; in the year 2953 of the Third Age, he would die of illness. It was also during his rule that Sauron openly revealed himself in Mordor! (This Turkon was not the Elf Turkon.)

At this moment, Gondor had no awareness whatsoever of the approaching danger. The entire kingdom maintained an exceptionally lax defensive posture, and its borders were practically as full of holes as a sieve. Caslo simply rode his dragon straight in without a care.

"So this is Gondor?" Wes stared at the villages and towns along the way in astonishment.

Since Caslo had not lingered long while crossing Rohan, Wes had only seen its primitively styled villages and towns and had not found them particularly surprising. That changed when they arrived near Gondor's capital, the White City—Minas Tirith!

"Yes, it's magnificent, isn't it?" Caslo sighed as he looked up at the White City towering into the clouds.

"Mhm, mhm, mhm!" Wes nodded frantically. Let alone seeing such a grand city, he had never even heard of one.

"It truly is a magnificent city! The Kings of Gondor who built it were indeed extraordinary!" Caslo nodded in agreement. Aside from the former Imperial Capital of the Lagrange Empire, only Grey Fane Fortress—the strategic stronghold of the Northern Border Great Wall east of the Grey Mountains—could rival this White City!

"What do we do now, Teacher?" Wes tugged at Caslo's cloak.

"...Sigh, stop pulling. You're going to yank it off!" Caslo covered his face helplessly. Why did this kid love tugging at his cloak so much?

"Okay, okay..." Wes hurriedly let go with a timid expression.

"Now we'll go pay a visit to Gondor's Regent." Caslo took out the Dragon