Rigette City was huge.
As a transportation hub for trade with the northern nations, it relied on its geographical advantage of connecting to Red Dragon's Jaw. It was a major export center of the Asura Kingdom, with surrounding villages and settlements constantly hauling crops and handicrafts into the city by wagon, day and night.
It was one of the epitomes of the Asura Kingdom's thriving commodity economy.
Thanks to this, despite being merely a frontier town of Rigette, Rigette City had already surpassed the Magic City of Sharia in scale.
Under the setting sun, Allen looked up at the towering city walls and could not help but sigh.
One of the routes from the Asura Throne Succession War in the original story. It's even bigger than I imagined—probably a quarter of the royal capital's size.
"A-Allen!"
Allen lowered his head, brushed aside the cowlick hanging before his face, and looked at Lokkishi's upturned face.
Perhaps because of the lingering sunset glow, her face looked rosy, like a ripe apple.
"The journey was pretty hard, wasn't it? Do... do you want to rest in Rigette City for a night? Honestly, you... Last night, I just happened to mention that I was a little hungry in the middle of the night, and you went out and killed two monsters. You didn't sleep at all, even though we were supposed to reach Rigette City tonight..."
Lokkishi's gaze drifted everywhere, darting left and right. Though she had raised her head, she did not look Allen directly in the eye.
Allen smiled.
"No need. I'm heading back right away. We were pretty lucky on the road too—not a single bandit blocked our path."
Lokkishi blinked and looked at Allen.
"...You're going back overnight?"
"Yeah, overnight. It's already been over ten days. My uncle must be