England, London.
This was about a hundred kilometers from central London.
Here, a carriage was racing down an ancient street.
It was a carriage that suited the extremely old street perfectly.
Like something straight out of a fairy tale, though it was not shaped like a pumpkin, it still looked completely out of place amid the modern atmosphere.
And yet, this carriage was traveling at over five hundred kilometers per hour.
That was no longer performance a carriage should have been capable of.
If there had been a professional magician here, they would certainly have noticed.
At regular intervals along both sides of this ancient street, Magic Circles had been set up.
The carriage resonated with those Magic Circles, speeding along amid subtle pulses of magical power like a brightly lit maglev train.
This was probably an unimaginable sight that could only appear in London, hailed as the birthplace of magic and sorcery.
Within London, countless magical creations had accumulated from ancient times to the present.
The Magic Circles arranged along this old street were likewise relics left behind from a distant age, now merely being put to effective use.
Now, the carriage adorned with gold leaf and precious metals shone with an unreal radiance as it sped onward.
That carriage was no ordinary carriage either, but a long-distance escort carriage exclusively used by the English royal family.
English magicians called this carriage the—"Mobile Iron Wall."
That was because it was thoroughly protected by more than seven hundred spiritual tools and Magic Circles, granting it defensive power described as impregnable.
"If we're only talking about defense, it might almost rival Jeanne's Treasure Tool..."
Inside the luxuriously furnished carriage, Sylvia gazed at the scenery flashing past outside the window and made that observation.
Jeanne, however, was focused on something else.
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