More than two months had passed since they left the Beastfolk's primeval Great Forest.
The carriage wheels rolled along the Holy Sword Road in the Millis Holy Country.
The journey should have taken at least four months.
With Keith guiding us and planning our route, we've cut that time by at least half.
If he'd been with us on the Demon Continent, we probably would have traveled even faster!
He really is an adventurer who can do anything except fight. No... he's an expert at everything else.
Cui Ciyou glanced at the increasingly urban scenery outside the window, inwardly marveling at Keith's expertise.
Alice had long since pressed her little face against the carriage window, excitement shining in her fiery red eyes.
This was Milishion, the capital of the Millis Holy Country.
The world's only city of pure white.
The Nicolas River surged down from the Azure Dragon Mountains.
Like a gentle blue ribbon, it flowed softly into Gran Lake at the city's center, where the water glittered with rippling light.
At the heart of the lake, a magnificent palace of pure white-the White Palace-rose high, sacred and majestic.
The river continued onward, passing the Grand Cathedral, which radiated a soft golden glow along its banks.
And the headquarters of the Adventurers' Guild, which reflected dazzling silver light beneath the sun.
The entire city resembled a meticulously drawn chessboard.
Its streets were broad and straight, laid out in perfect order.
In the four directions around the city, seven magnificent Magic Towers stood tall enough to seemingly pierce the clouds.
They guarded the bustling center.
Beyond the seven towers stretched boundless woodland.
Blending with the city's sacred beauty, it formed a breathtaking panorama of grandeur, dignity, and harmony.
*A city built around pure white and orderly design? It reminds me of