The next day.
When dawn broke, the wind and snow outside had yet to stop. Thick snow blanketed the rooftops of every building and the sides of the streets, and ice had formed as well, making the roads exceptionally treacherous.
This was everyday life in Queen Tistis's Kingdom. Winter lasted all year round, snow fell in every season, and the environment was so harsh that, if not for supernatural powers such as magic and sword skills, humanity could never have survived and multiplied in a place like this.
Mitt was considered one of the southernmost cities in Queen Tistis's Kingdom, yet the wind and snow still raged there frequently, leaving not even a single carriage by the roadside.
Rather, this country simply was not suited to a means of transport like carriages. Forget the wilderness, where the environment was harsher and the roads even worse—even within the cities, carriages could not get moving.
Thus, people in this country generally traveled on foot. Only a handful of nobles and wealthy merchants used transportation unique to snowy regions to get around.
Riezel did not know what sort of transport the people of this country used, but while Liz and Eulalie were still lazing in bed, he had already prepared his own custom-made vehicle.
"This should do, right?"
In the inn's rear courtyard, Riezel clapped his hands and looked at his handiwork.
Before him stood an imposing mount.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Two cries, somewhere between a wolf's howl and a tiger's roar, immediately drew everyone's attention.
They were two ferocious beasts standing upright on two legs, like raptors, yet covered from head to toe in snow-white scales.
They had sharp foreclaws, vicious fangs, and a hint of feral savagery visible in their eyes. Their powerful hind legs were thick with solid muscle, clearly containing