Intervening in the War (I)
The northern kingdoms' fortress city of Feliche lay on the main route to the magical city of Äußerst.
Of course, if Frieren and the others were willing to fly straight there, they wouldn't need to pass through the city at all.
Regardless, the next afternoon, as the setting sun dyed the horizon a magnificent orange-red and deep purple, draping the northern kingdoms' bleak yet imposing winter landscape in a warm but fleeting glow, Annie and the others' magical carriage finally came to a quiet stop on a mountain road with a sweeping view.
Inside the carriage, the living room—which had been enlarged and made more luxurious by the spatial expansion magic Elaina had used, making it resemble a palace on wheels—was also bathed in the setting sun's afterglow.
Naturally, the living room's expansion had been Elaina's doing.
Frieren and Annie had no objections to Elaina enlarging the living room without permission. Fern, however, had a lot to say about it!
After all, it meant Fern had even more work to do around the house. She could use cleaning magic, but she was still so angry that she'd argued with Elaina about it.
Of course, those were all minor matters.
At the moment, Fern, Frieren, and Elaina stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window on the west side of the living room. Their gazes swept over the sparsely populated hills more than ten kilometers away, then converged on a vast city crouched on the horizon like an ancient giant beast: the fortress city of Feliche.
Though it was still far away, the three of them had climbed high enough to see the towering gray walls glittering in the sunset.
The outlines of the battlements and watchtowers were clear. They could even make out the metal glinting off