After entering the city, none of them wanted to keep riding in the carriage. Every step through Faust offered beautiful scenery, and staying inside a carriage would have been a waste.
Sifa also wanted to take a good look around this "Old Elven Capital." Besides, they were not due to meet the Admiral of Stars until evening, and it was still early. With everyone in agreement, they got out and continued on foot.
Walking along streets carpeted with golden leaves, Sifa looked up. Beneath the brilliant afternoon sunshine, the entire city was bathed in a faint golden glow, as though twilight would last forever and night would never come.
Most of the pedestrians wore classical robes and hoods, while others dressed as magicians in pointed hats. They moved gracefully and spoke softly, not even daring to take overly large strides, as though afraid of disturbing the city's tranquility and beauty.
Affected by the atmosphere, even the lively Nefi did not dare speak loudly. The tall girl kept covering her mouth to stifle her exclamations, her large eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight as she gazed at every street and building with curiosity and excitement.
Awnings, shop signs, and plants were everywhere in this district open to tourists, lending vitality to its tranquility.
Sifa also noticed that every building, road, fountain, and plaza conveyed a sense of refinement, elegance, and unity, from their materials and colors to their shapes and styles.
The entire city could be broken down into countless individual elements, yet together they formed a single harmonious, complete work of art.
Although he was no architectural expert, he could still tell that the elves had invested enormous effort in turning this city into a work of art. No wonder Emperor Roselle had named it "Faust." It was like a paradise