On February 19, 9779 of the Radiant Calendar, outside the Teleportation Hall in Larik City, a Royal Capital Satellite City of the Ilia Kingdom, Velin looked at the familiar sights and felt a long-lost sense of ease.
"After seven years, I was finally back."
Hearing this, the guards standing on either side could not help casting curious looks at the black-haired youth standing on the steps before returning to their duties.
Standing behind Velin, Ignis looked at the architectural style before him, a trace of contemplation in his eyes.
Several hundred years ago, before he had been imprisoned in Judgment Prison, he had once come to the Ilia Kingdom as an envoy.
Back then, this place had seemed much the same.
Several centuries had passed, yet there had been virtually no change.
Seeing Ignis lost in thought, Kyle patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."
"Mm."
Ignis came back to his senses. Seeing Velin already aboard the carriage, he stepped forward and arrived beside it.
A few minutes later, the carriage slowly set off, leaving Larik City and heading toward the royal capital.
Sitting on the left side of the carriage, Velin lifted the curtain and looked outside. Nobles rode horses down the center of the main road, while merchants and adventurers traveled along both sides.
As for commoners, they walked on the gravel paths along the sides of the main road.
The hierarchy was sharply defined.
Before long, a burst of commotion arose.
The next moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, causing Velin to pitch forward and crash directly into Xuemiyya's arms.
Seeing the bewildered look on her husband's face, Xuemiyya wrapped him in her arms and teased with a smile, "Don't be afraid. I'm here!"
Looking up into Xuemiyya's affectionate gaze, Velin glared fiercely at her, intending