Now, after a few days of sailing, the northern Glassland Continent was no different from the southern border continent (Southmark).
Exceptionally, the climate is not the same.
There's nothing unusual about architecture, vegetation, or the kind of race you go to and from.
That should be about a few days by boat across the Inland Sea.
Though logically I knew that something would not change dramatically.
"Out of the blue, that's normal, that's the face you think."
During the journey we continue while stopping at several cities on the coast.
Looking at the unchanging horizon on the deck, Mr. Tonio said so to tease me.
"Uh... hey something, maybe I was expecting too much"
... Yeah, I knew logically.
Nothing dramatically changes anything either, for God's sake.
Except emotionally.
You have to leave the area where you were first born and raised, take a voyage, and head out to different continents.
In this world where the majority of people spend the rest of their lives only knowing their village of birth and their neighborhood, this can be called a cool journey.
I have a feeling I was unconsciously expecting something awesome, a nice encounter, something like that.
Expecting it on its own and disappointing it on its own, so the human mind is selfish.
Thinking like that...
"No, no, it's from here."
And Mr. Tonio laughed.
He is formerly a trader for a large chamber of commerce.
He has been doing a lot of business with Nakatsukai on his crotch.
So I guess he knew what he was going to see when his voice rose from the watchful eye of the mast and the sailors made a scene.
"Here."
Tonio plays and wraps his arms around him.
I was blinded by the sight that appeared over there.
Marine blue sea and the tip of the sky like it falls out.
The first thing I saw was two towers.
A beautiful twin spire made of pure white stone.
As we approach, we immediately see the lower part of the tower from beyond the horizon.
Naturally, the tower slowly thickens as it creeps down.
The two towers rendezvous at their very roots, twisting like a double helix and continuing further down - down -
"What…………?
Still going down.
The base of the spiral tower is no longer a tower.
It is a huge white castle that has been cruised many times around the large walls.
What emerged from beneath it were soft white houses that stretched wide left and right around its castle.
Orange like a sunset everywhere, is it brick?
"Wow..."
Even the White Sails, the largest city I know of, is incomparable.
Colorful sails of ships crossing many ports.
Standing up smoke is a testament to people's livelihood.
"This is the capital of the Kingdom of Fur Tile." The Pearl of the Middle Sea "," The Glitter of St. Ilia's Tears "and praiseworthy, the capital of glory"
Tonio smiles.
"-It's Teardrop Capital."
I haven't spoken for a while and have seen the magnificent state of the capital.
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Teardrop Capital (Iliastia) is a port town located near the mouth of the Sansen River, the great river that flows through the western part of the Continent of Glassland.
The port town of its estuary, of the great river that flows loosely.
Multiple canals (Canals), water bridges to and from (Aquaducts).
Many human beings gathered under the luxurious water resources and the benefits of water transport capable of transporting large masses, and the Teardrop Capital (Iliastia) has flourished as a capital since ancient times.
Boom that name as one of the major port towns in the former Great Federation era.
About two hundred years ago, when the Southern Frontier Continent (Southmark) and the Glassland Continent became rough due to the commotion caused by the Upper King, we managed to hold out.
Nowadays, after overcoming the debacle, it has become the capital of the newly erected Fartile Kingdom, a male from the southwestern part of the Glassland Continent.
- Such a historic ancient capital port was very busy.
Over there, tide-burned sailors disembark with laughter at the humble jokes, and here, crappy packers and feet take off their skins and take on luggage boxes and barrels.
In the nearby warehouse, the merchants have a low back, but uninterrupted look, and have a business meeting with Abacus, a colored beaded Abacus.
Do you often see pointy pens and wax plates because the water is so close that you have inexpensive, water-resistant writing tools?
Then I get off the boat from nobles, clerics, wizards and scholars who think I've come to buy from local cities and villages, peasants, craftsmen...
"Wow..."
Anyway, the flow and momentum of people is amazing.
"Like nothing else."
However, His Royal Highness Ethel on the boulder is a nobleman who brings to the king's bloodline.
Of course, there is a sense that he is a very important person who will definitely matter if he is accidentally stabbed.
Surrounded by soldiers from the escort and proceeding to the main road, a four-headed carriage arrived to pick him up, and I and Tonio were to board it.
"Ooh..."
Although there was an image of an old era carriage that was swinging, stiff, and uncomfortable.
Suspensive parts that do not convey road surface irregularities to passengers also seem to be much more developed.
The cushions are also soft and more comfortable to ride than I thought.
- It's a world of magic.
There is also a history of several cultures and technologies lost during the Great Union Age (Union Age) war.
Inevitably, the fact that it differs in part from the previous history of technology and invention is convincing if you think about it.
The carriage progresses very slowly.
Even when I say boulevard, people usually come and go. If I let him run off in a carriage with a low braking function or something, accidents will happen in no time, so this is natural.
As we observe from the window, perhaps the canal also has defensive functions.
White painted city walls with water gates, canals and towers and chest walls are present at the main points, delimiting the city.
Perhaps in time of war, we could unload the water gate, seal off some canals, make that city wall work as a castle wall.
Oh, so the fountain squares, the large temples in the country that we've seen everywhere since just now, those are planned as places to assemble and align the army in time of war?
Though a flatland city with an emphasis on administrative functions, it may not surprisingly insult defense either.
Even if you look at it from a swordswallowing perspective like that, it's a very vibrant city.
The voice of the competition.
High hammer noise.
Machine weaving song.
Housewife's bickering in the water field.
Running around children.
From the temple is a voice that recites some scripture.
Is that a blackboard or a blue sky class or something that is gathering children in the corner of the square?
"…… Is it unusual?
Looking at the city's landscape, His Highness Ethel spoke.
As a companion on my side, Mr. Tonio is silent with a gentle expression.
It is disrespectful to interrupt the conversation between His Royal Highness Wang and his brother on the boulder.
"Yeah, very.... It's a good city. I'm lively with people on the road, and I smile a lot."
"Yes, sir."
His Highness Ethel nodded, saying so.
On that face, there is a grin.
"I'm proud to be home."
I was a little upset by the words.
I see.
For this man, His Highness Ethel, this city is the birthplace.
Just as I care about the city of the dead I spent with the three of them.
Your Highness also cares about this city and perhaps this country.
... I want to do what I can for you, I thought.
"You will now reach my mansion. I don't get a lot of time off, but I want to show my face to the nightclub this evening"
I nodded to His Highness, who told me with a serious look.
Motivation is sufficient.
"What should I do?"
"Uhm."
His Highness Ethel looked at me with a serious gaze and said:
"- Say no and don't do anything."
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... I swear, I didn't mean to do anything.
It's true.
It's kind of like an excuse for criminals, but it's not a lie. I want you to believe me.
Wash your body in the sea breeze when you reach the splendid mansion and rest a little.
I had my nails done and my hair done and she put perfume oil on it.
Dressed in a formal, laid-back, splendid garment, as the offering of His Highness Ethel, to a night club that is held in a certain mansion.
So they brought me to some sparkling place, and the great gentlemen and the dressed ladies pushed me over.
While His Royal Highness Ethel judged it as brilliant and talked about a little failure in the South and took a laugh.
I, Nico, laughed and acted like a doll, and only when His Royal Highness told me the story, did I return the answer as I had at the meeting. [M]
I don't know what to say, but I think it was quite a mess.
- Even when I met the modern Uncle Dagger, I was quiet.
"Long time no see, Your Highness."
"Oh, Uncle Dagger. Looks magnificent and above all."
He was an old man with hair behind him, who seemed calmer than he thought.
Though the appearance is narrow because of the presence of elf blood - the scratches on the cheeks that are drawn are tremendously betraying the impression.
... I knew as soon as I observed that the skinny body was not simply thin, but tight.
As a likely adversarial faction figure, I hear about his background.
Grantri Earl Withers Dagger.
Modern contemporary of the Wizard's Dagger, a Takemen family member who has contributed since the erection of the Fur Tile Kingdom.
To the north, in the Ice Mountains, cross the spear with the families of the evil gods who have come down south.
In the battle against the Union of Kingdoms in the west, he commanded the night raid to great effect.
In the east, they hunt for mercenary scum thieves who are still flowing from the area known as the Hundred Kingdoms of Conflict, where the fighting continues.
One of the kingdom's hosts, boasting enough military history to tell the history of the last few decades of warfare in the kingdom of Fur Tile if you speak up.
One of the key figures in Defenders, opposed to Southern development.
He looked at me with a sharp eye.
"Ugh."
I just said.
"That's the one, the rumor?
"Um, let me introduce you. Sir William."
Put your hand on your left chest and give me a compliment.
Uncle Dagger returned the favor - and he didn't even look at me.
Neither did I try to force myself to talk or shake the subject of Gus.
…… not in a situation where it can be done.
"Dragon killer. … Now, as much as the woman's tears and the great tale of the bard,"
"Hahaha, it's hard to see the virtues of things,"
A light and meaningful smile.
Later, His Royal Highness Ethel and Uncle Dagger - Grantri had a few rough conversations.
I also found that the air was tense somewhere.
"Be careful. … again this year, there are a lot of things that keep me going south."
"Um, let's be very careful."
Saying so, Grantri, old man left.
Aristocratic conversations…… Aristocratic conversations are very easy and difficult to understand.
I wonder what that meant.
I've lived in a simple world for what it's worth so far, so I can't follow a world where "that one, because you're so stylish" can be used as a bad word!
As he seeped an unpleasant sweat in his back, His Highness Ethel turned to me and said:
"You seem a little tired, why don't you hit the wind. … I'm going to have to meet some more people."
I also heard about it at an advance meeting.
This is that one, "You come and kill time somewhere for a while".
"Now I will look at the flowers in the garden, etc."
"Uhm."
Interact that way and pull back in a courteous motion.
It scares me because if I accidentally fall into the South Frontier Continent (Southmark) stream here, it could only become a rumor and discredit His Highness.
So I went out into the garden, and I breathed.
It would be a trick by the Word. In the garden at night, blurry lights were set everywhere to beautifully illuminate the flowers.
The gardener's tannins can be seen from the garden, which is symmetrically beautiful and blooms of summer flowers, mainly white and blue flowers with a refreshing feeling.
The vibrant green spruce and the sound of the fountain also breathe cool into the lukewarm air of summer nights.
I forgot everything for a while, slowly toured the garden and enjoyed the flowers.
- And I thought it was time to go back, that's when.
"... eh"
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Somehow I heard a rubbing voice coming from across the hedge.
"Please don't..."
Looking around, it seemed like a well-fitted aristocratic youth was forced to come to terms with someone in a black dress.
In the middle of the night club, she was a high-end whore (Courtisan), so for a moment I thought, "How about pinching your mouth if you're in a mood?"
The woman in the black dress looked at me with a gaze - with her lips, trying to say something, and holding her mouth.
I had to decide to intervene on the boulder, just around the time I shed a tear.
- Save what you mourn as your hands.
That's what I swear to God.
I can't keep my hands off you, I can't.
So gently, I broke it in with a "can you rub something?" "She doesn't seem to like it either."
The other young nobleman showed some momentum and intensity to see if he also had alcohol in him.
That's the way it's been brought into a stream where you can't help but duel.
Well, what is it?... aristocratic society, aren't you too scared?