Kallen and the others went out in a hotel carriage. It was the best pass they could have had.
Along the road to the hotel gates, they could see quite a few people in black clerical robes heading out. Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to look around, but most were on foot and could only hire a carriage after leaving.
In this respect, they really were benefiting from Leon and Laure.
After leaving the hotel, the carriage continued down the mountain. The unicorns were fast, and although the road beneath them was gravel, they felt no jolting inside.
They descended Mount Kenna and entered the town.
Apart from special landmarks such as towers, bell towers, and moon-viewing terraces, there were no residential or commercial buildings over three stories tall in the town.
Kallen felt that the town's planner must have been obsessive-compulsive. Every block and every road had been designed with extreme symmetry, making it easy for anyone unfamiliar with the place to get lost.
"It's so clean here," Richard remarked, looking out the carriage window.
York City's streets certainly weren't this clean.
"They must have done a thorough cleaning beforehand," Laure said dismissively.
Richard nodded. "True."
The carriage stopped outside a restaurant. When the four men in black clerical robes stepped out, the waiter at the entrance was startled. Soon, the restaurant's owner and others were alerted as well, and everyone came forward to greet them.
They kept saying to Kallen and the others:
"Praise Order."
"Praise Order."
In fact, only believers in Order were entitled to say that. For anyone unrelated to the faith, saying it was instead a form of blasphemy, or even provocation.
But Dark Moon Island had always followed only the pure Dark Moon faith and knew nothing of the Church's taboos. Seeing honored