Hutton Kingdom.
A day had passed since Lanci stepped into the Shadow World.
On this Saturday morning, sunlight broke through the thick clouds, shining on the bricks and glasses of the Royal Capital Ichrite, leaving a layer of warm glow.
In this city that preserves the ancient charm while highly modernized, the red brick buildings glowed in the morning light, and the glass curtain walls reflected the azure of the sky and the whiteness of the clouds.
At Ichrite Central Station, the Magic Power Rail Train glided along with a steady hum, carrying residents and tourists quickly to their destinations.
Walking through the station hall, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away, replaced by the clear sounds of shop bells, intertwined with the melody of the singing poet plucking instruments in the distant square.
A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman arrived at the square opposite the Central Station, boarded a small sightseeing carriage, and began his journey in the city.