When Iver brought Lily and Sherlock back down to the First Ring, it was already nearly dusk.
Although Iver had caused quite a stir here just a few hours earlier, by the time he changed into his archbishop's robes and returned, the commotion had already died down.
Not many people recognized that this frighteningly young archbishop was the young man from before.
The main reason was face blindness.
There were not that many people from the Theocracy to begin with. Even if they were human, they were not necessarily descended from the Imperial lineage.
Although Avalon, Iris, and Antimony now each used different languages and had different customs, if they were placed five hundred years ago, they had all actually been one people. In essence, they were all Herasulians.
But humans from other places still found Iver somewhat face-blind—and needless to say, the other races found him even harder to recognize.
The group left the quiet high ring and returned to the First Ring once more.
Looking at the bustling crowds, Sherlock could not help sighing. "If you only looked at the First Ring, how could you tell this is the Eternal Theocracy belonging to the elves?"
Hearing that, Lily also raised her head and looked around.
The streets were packed with humans, goblins, Lizardmen, trolls... Every kind of race was present, crammed densely across the entire street. The streets, which had still been relatively spacious at noon, were now packed so tightly at dusk that not even air could pass through.
As a bona fide Avalon native from the Lloyd District, she thought of a very fitting comparison—
The crowds were roughly at the level where pickpockets could conduct their work in depth.
If this were Avalon, there would definitely be pickpockets mixed in among them by now.
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