Even in daylight, it was clear that the half-elves of this plane were far stronger than those from Anderson's plane.
First- and second-rank warriors were already commonplace here.
After entering the castle, Charles headed straight into the main building without hesitation.
The castle's main building was a white tower, beautiful beneath the daytime sun.
At night, candles were lit in certain places.
From a window in the main building, Charles looked out.
He was more than twenty meters above the ground, enough to overlook the town outside.
At this time, there was barely any light in the town.
The lit areas were all close to the castle. This was considered the town's core district, inhabited by half-elves.
There was almost no light on the outskirts, because ordinary humans and some other races lived there.
Such as the more docile beastmen, halflings, and so on.
Using his mental power to avoid everyone in the castle, Charles made his way to the lord's study.
This should have been the castle's core area. There were even two half-elf guards stationed at the door.
But those guards clearly could not detect Charles. He easily entered the study from outside.
The study was rather luxuriously decorated. The floor was covered in magnificent carpets, so soft that even walking barefoot across them would feel pleasant.
Even with no one inside, incense was burning throughout the study.
On one side hung several paintings, perhaps the lord's own works for amusement, but they were all quite good.
Elves were a long-lived race, and their lengthy lives gave them countless hobbies. Painting and art were among them.
Since elves had such interests, it was perfectly normal for half-elves to learn them in order to fit in.
On the other side, many books were arranged on the shelves. These were