Stepping onto the streets of the Dream City once again, Angel discovered that it had changed considerably since it first landed on this island and took root.
The city's population had increased by twenty percent in a year and a half. Most of the newcomers were immigrants from the North Continent whose residency applications had been approved. Fleeing war and longing for order, people from various countries brought new cultures, technology, and vitality, but inevitably made the streets and alleys, originally designed for a hundred thousand people, more crowded.
I should have Goredolf build another district to accommodate these immigrants... Oh, right, he already... Angel instinctively thought of that slightly portly Amon avatar who always wore a smile, only to remember that he had already returned to his main body. Anne was hardly a management specialist, so city planning had been handed over to employees selected through civil service examinations.
I have to trust the system I proposed myself... she muttered inwardly. Standing beneath her own statue at the busiest intersection, she looked around and noticed quite a few pedestrians over two meters tall.
Some were residents of the New City of Silver, while others came from Feysac. They were reserved and polite in the crowds, always worried that they might accidentally knock over another pedestrian and receive a warning from the city law.
The Hand of Order's laws are much more lenient now. Two years ago, knocking someone over would have earned more than a warning... She smiled, entered the Mirror World directly, and arrived beneath the city's reflection, at the location corresponding to the Night Emperor Memorial Hall in reality.
This was the headquarters of the Witch Church, which Angel had relocated in its entirety from hidden ruins on the Southern Continent. Although it occupied a location in