To Romon, however, the so-called famous Mr. Kays nearby was merely a "mere" Fifth-Level Druid—and a typical Agricultural Druid.
"Mr. Romon, look, Hillock City is right ahead!"
At the boy's cheer, Romon raised his head. Sure enough, a city had appeared before him.
The city walls were not especially high, but they had been built from sturdy broad stones, all of them unadorned raw rock.
Beneath the city gate, the drawbridge had already been lowered and the gates stood wide open. Though soldiers were stationed there, the tense atmosphere of the Demon Calamity was gone, replaced by the joy and peace of the present moment.
Quite a few subjects had come from all directions and were heading into the city. Though the gate was broad, with such a dense stream of people flowing through it, it still seemed somewhat crowded.
"Pull the wagon over first. Let this group pass before we enter the city," the middle-aged man hurriedly told his son, worried that something might go wrong if they entered now.
A lifetime of hardship had made him cautious in every matter, unwilling to stir up trouble.
"Got it, Father." Though the boy was anxious to enter the city, he also knew that if they rushed in and the horse pulling the wagon suddenly refused to obey, there would surely be trouble.
Thus, the wagon slowed considerably.
Sitting in the wagon and watching the crowd ahead and the bustling scene of the city, Romon could not help feeling deeply moved.
Strictly speaking, he had not been away from this continent for very long. Yet this continent was no longer the world of ice and snow it had been when he left. On the contrary, he had returned just in time for the arrival of summer!
"In the blink of an