Even those who stood above others could only choose compromise when faced with a true storm.
Just as the Queen of Roran had said, they actually had no choice.
By now, Hinata and the others had gathered some information through various means.
In the process, they had also obtained some special intelligence. For example, Hinata and the others learned that
although Rōran lay deep in the desert, that did not mean it was sparsely populated.
In fact, it was quite the opposite. For some unknown reason, although ordinary people could face certain dangers by coming here,
many still flocked here willingly.
There were truly a great many merchants like that. The reason was probably that while this place was remote, it was also exceptionally prosperous.
Reselling goods brought in from elsewhere was likely an extremely profitable business, so no one was willing to give it up.
Thus, although everything here—from the buildings to the clothing—had its own distinct style,
that did not mean there was nothing from other places. Though rare, such things were not uncommon.
So the style of dress worn by Hinata's group was perhaps indeed somewhat unusual for this place.
They would occasionally draw appraising gazes as they walked down the streets.
But no matter what,
no one would say anything more.
That also prevented Hinata from drawing too much special attention.
This place counted as the past.
They were truly strangers in an unfamiliar land, so there was no need to worry about anyone recognizing them.
They could finally breathe in the fresh air of this place to their hearts' content.
Their objective had already been accomplished, so the reason they remained here was naturally to escape those dull days.
Simply put, they were here to enjoy themselves.
Mm... a seven-day time-travel tour.
Along the way,