Far-Sail Port City.
By the time they stepped into the new city, the sky had begun to darken.
The sun slowly sank in the west, and the beautiful clouds glowed with a seductive crimson beauty.
Ever since Mishuna had led her people onto this land, she had known that their initial assumptions had been wrong.
They had originally thought that, however formidable the Giant Eagle Druid was, he was merely exceptionally talented. Since he had been banished from the country, his territory must have fallen into decline.
Otherwise, how could a noble with substantial power have allowed the Radiance Church to treat him that way?
Of course, only people from the Shavigo Kingdom would think like that. Their kingdom was one of the few regions where the Radiance Church found it difficult to interfere.
After stepping onto the docks and entering the newly improved Far-Sail Port City, Mishuna realized that all her earlier assumptions had been mistaken. The prosperity and order of Far-Sail Port, along with its Mage Tower, had completely changed her impression of the Tatshaw Territory.
This was a territory with formidable strength.
That meant many of their plans could no longer be carried out. If they died here, unless the queen dispatched someone above the fifteenth level, their deaths would simply go unavenged.
The merchant ship they had traveled on regularly sailed the Far-Sail Port route and occasionally took passengers aboard.
Their group, disguised as an adventuring party, had attracted little attention.
For adventurers who traveled far and wide, gathering people from different regions into a single group was perfectly normal.
Their party of nine also seemed well balanced, looking every bit like an ordinary adventuring party, although having both a mage and a priest was quite a luxury.
Still, countless mages and priests had been drawn