Bonds Forged in Diplomacy, Battles Fought in Silence

One week later, the capital city of Ars bustled with activity, busier than usual. News of the arrival of visitors from Drawken had spread quickly, especially among officials and the military. At the city's main gate, Hiroshi stood tall in a formal uniform tailored for diplomatic occasions, though he hadn't expected the task of welcoming Drawken's delegation to bring such an unexpected surprise.

As the grand gates creaked open, a procession of Drawken caravans slowly entered the city. Among them, Hiroshi spotted a familiar figure walking confidently at the forefront—Aoi. Behind her marched Drawken craftsmen clad in their signature artisan attire, hauling heavy tools and equipment.

"Aoi?" Hiroshi approached, his expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

Aoi offered a small smile, raising her hand casually. "Well, I kept my promise to Johan. He asked me to escort these workers here."