East Balam, Gulain City.
Emlyn stepped onto the docks, suitcase in hand.
Although he had already visited the Southern Continent once to hunt a "Shaman King,"
this was the first time he had made the journey officially, aboard a ship and with all his departure paperwork in order.
His very first time.
In all his life,
this was the first time he had formally left his country
and arrived on another continent across the sea.
The young Sanguine, now an Earl, muttered, "If I hadn't become 'The Chosen One,' I might never have taken a single step outside Backlund."
"Let alone come somewhere this far away."
"I rather miss the days when I only had to wake up and stay home with my dolls to pass the whole day."
Now,
he did not know
which kind of life made him happier.
Then he felt the pressure of Utravsky's approach.
Emlyn discreetly lowered his hat and took two steps forward.
Father Utravsky, still dressed in his brown clerical robe and carrying his outrageously large greatsword on his back, drew particular attention.
After all, the priest's attire was rare even in a colony like East Balam, with its jumble of local customs and styles.
"My lord, let me carry your suitcase."
The young Sanguine, Toby,
had now become Emlyn's assistant and valet.
He jogged over and took the suitcase from the Earl's hand.
Emlyn personally rather enjoyed the sense of superiority his status afforded him.
He did not object.
They left the docks and headed deeper into Gulain City.
Most of Gulain City's houses had been built along roads that spiraled uphill.
As a result, some stretches were level and spacious, while others were exceptionally narrow.
A slender Sanguine like Emlyn had little trouble.
Someone of Father Utravsky's size sometimes had to