Horleta's royal capital was blessed with clear skies. Stability and prosperity continued to envelop the ancient city, which lay in a mild climate zone. Proud royal guards stood tall atop the towering walls, bustling crowds surged through the commercial district, and the carriages of nobles and wealthy merchants traveled back and forth along the broad, paved roads of the Garden District and Golden Wren District, keeping the interests of the kingdom's upper class in motion. The enormous city was like an unimaginably complex machine, roaring into operation within its heavy walls. Countless people formed countless parts, allowing the machine to continually produce the radiance of Human civilization.
Three years had passed since the incident in Beinz Diocese. Even the incredible incident in which the "foreigners" had come to help remove the "Planet's Scar" was already old news from more than two years ago. Some scholars and priests used "Planet's Scar" in their public sermons to refer to the Firstborn Organization extracted from deep within the earth back then, and the term had become quite popular among ordinary people who knew little of the truth.
Three years was only the blink of an eye to an ancient kingdom, but to busy commoners, it was long enough to erase many things and turn the major events of that time into "stories" mentioned only over tea. The collapsed Dragon Ridge Mountains, Beinz Blood Lake transformed into a crystal mine, Beinz Diocese turned into a gathering place for scholars and adventurers, the pope who had sacrificed himself for his faith—many people and events gradually faded from the common people's view and instead became fresh sources of stories for traveling bards. After the sorting of time and the people's forgetfulness, there was little left that many still remembered or that could spark much discussion. Among