Inglis's Royal Capital was called Lancana. Ever since Inglis was founded, it had always been the capital of the nation.
This city also had another nickname.
The City of Magic.
It was hailed as the origin of the world's magic, and the sacred land in the hearts of all mages across the world.
At least... before firearms appeared, no city in the world had ever held a higher status than Lancana.
As the sacred land in the hearts of mages everywhere, the city's prosperity naturally far surpassed that of other nations' Royal Capitals.
Mages from all over the world gathered here in pursuit of profound magic, along with tourists and merchants who had come to trade.
The streets teemed with people, while strange-looking creatures pulled carriages through the roads.
The entire city's style was utterly unlike those other countries outside that had already entered the Steam Age.
Yet now, this bustling city was shrouded in the feverish atmosphere of war.
Before the fountain square at the city's northern entrance, a young man in a beret was passionately delivering a speech:
"...The shameful evil nation, Uno—they actually dare to covet the authority of the God of Magic! They want to defile sacred magic with their filthy technology! How can we allow such a thing to happen?!"
"We won't allow it! We won't allow it!!"
The people below shouted with brainwashed fervor. Everyone's momentum gathered into one, their voices forming sound waves that nearly drowned out the bustle of the entire area.
The beret-wearing youth raised his Magic Staff high and continued:
"Now, our respected Her Highness, the Second Princess, and our respected Great General have launched an expedition against the evil Duchy of Uno! Her Highness needs us, and Inglis needs us!"
"So join the army with me now! Become warriors