Tang. Alice. Andrea was around one hundred and sixty years old this year, yet she was a witch brimming with vitality.
Her island train of roving castles was proof enough of that vitality.
Imagine the emperors, kings, and great nobles of ancient times hunting across their own estates?
Alice had gone even farther than those monarchs. Her roving island hunted across the entire world, like the so-called Pale Hunters, like the Wild Hunt itself. So long as a folded space was [medium tending toward large]-class or higher, she would steer her island straight into it.
There were quite a few witches around the world who shared her interests, but she was the most famous among them.
A powerful witch bearing the title of "Lord of Eagles."
Most importantly, the entire world welcomed them.
Because they brought about ultimate commercial exchanges and material exchanges that only came once every several years. Not only did they hunt on Earth, they also jumped into enormous folded spaces in the universe in search of prey. Not to mention teams like the Falcon Squad, which pursued legendary prey of sufficient strength across every otherworld from atop their castles.
Resources that were scarce in ordinary times—even legendary spell manuals and items hailed as legendary curios—would appear in the markets of every city the roving castles passed through.
Naturally, the domestic Witch Association would not pass up such a fine opportunity.
They would spare no effort in entertaining the roving castles, hoping for an explosive surge in tax revenue.
The South City Gate chain of Sky Islands along the coastline.
Witch towers had been built upon these Sky Islands, and the Sea Shepherds stood fast here, guarding against every ill-intentioned attack and disturbance.
Today, they were still standing here.
Behind the chain of Sky Islands lay