After a full morning of nonstop travel, under Mira and Chikasa's radiance, the outline of Dolais City finally came into view.
Unlike Konola City's isolated, solitary style, Dolais City gave off an imposing and majestic air. Many towering buildings stood within the city, and its rows of lofty towers were already symbols of prosperity in this world, whose productivity was comparable to the Middle Ages.
Sitting in the slowing carriage, Punk looked over the vast, rolling farmlands. Soldiers in imposing uniforms stood guard beside fields planted with spices. As a breeze drifted past, even during Greenleaf Season, before the spices had ripened, the air was still filled with a rich fragrance!
Inside the carriage, the old steward sat across from Punk with his back ramrod straight, while Rotolan wore a serious expression. When Punk told them he had an important matter to discuss, the old steward respectfully stated that he would listen patiently. Although Rotolan did not want to leave the little maid's side, as a noble-born girl, she knew how to weigh priorities. Especially after hearing that this conversation concerned an opportunity for the Minohorn Family, Rotolan, who had always wanted to restore the Minohorn Family, immediately became serious!
Seeing that the usually proud and willful little Rotolan was so rarely solemn, Punk was somewhat surprised. He gave the properly seated Rotolan a deep look. So this little brat isn't just a spoiled young lady after all!
Since they were discussing business, they had to act like it. Punk also put away his casual, dismissive attitude. Giving a future business partner the necessary respect was not a problem.
"Miss Minohorn must know that I am a mage devoted to studying the magic Mystery."
Punk said blandly.
Though Rotolan could not stop herself from grumbling inwardly, *I'm such a beautiful