From Xuemiyya's explanation, Velin gradually gained a certain understanding of the major nations in the north of the Sinapsis Subcontinent.
As a nation ruled by mages, it was exceptionally powerful.
After more than six thousand years of development, it possessed over twenty-one million square kilometers of territory and a population of roughly one billion—more than three times that of the Ilia Kingdom.
The Axi Magic Kingdom had thirteen factions, thirty-one Legendary Spellcasters, and sixteen Legends of other professions. Its overall national strength ranked eighth on the Sinapsis Subcontinent.
As the capital of the Axi Magic Kingdom, the Holy Magic Capital hosted tens of thousands of foreign students, including beings from both within and beyond the Sinapsis Subcontinent.
The city held two million residents and, in the images Xuemiyya conjured for Velin with magic, it appeared to be an ultra-modern city.
"What an incredible place. I never expected a city like this to exist in the world." Velin sighed sincerely, unable to stop himself from yearning for the Holy Magic Capital.
"How about I take you there someday and be your guide?" Xuemiyya rested her chin on both hands and tilted her head at Velin.
"Sure!" Velin agreed, then grew somewhat melancholy. "Though by then, it might be many years from now."
"We're friends. No matter how many years it takes, that's fine. I can wait until you have time." Xuemiyya spoke softly, comforting her new friend in her own way.
"The Banquet is almost over. Let's stop here for today." Velin stood, regret in his voice.
"Has it been that long already?"
Xuemiyya looked toward the hall, then at the sky outside. It truly was getting late, so she dispelled the Magic Barrier, and the noisy surroundings returned to them.
Back inside the hall, Xuemiyya and Velin shook hands once