102 The Home of Magic - Magierstadt!

Busy streets. People of different kinds. Mages buying cloaks. Adventurers buying weapons and armors. Merchants flaunting their wares. Students frolicking around the stalls.

Even bizarre magical equipment is scattered everywhere. Edifices with peculiar structures standing proudly in towering grounds. Floating islands atop city across the clouds. Air transportation powered by magic beyond the skies.

And the smell of delicious food.

Magierstadt is jam-packed with these things. The moment they arrived at the port, Faustina couldn't help but part her lips in amazement. The place was filled with bright colors from the slab of beige stones used to build the buildings. It was similar to one of the books showing deserts and infrastructures' trusses with different-looking domes. She believed it was a country long existed in one of Folkmanor's fictions—Persia. Everything from Magierstadt was so different from Feuersturm.