It was around 3 PM, three days after leaving the royal capital.
In the distance, the defensive walls protecting the city were visible.
Here and there, carriages and people could be spotted around us.
We had arrived safely without being attacked by bandits or drawing the short straw with dangerous monsters.
I was sitting in the driver's seat next to Satour, who was currently driving, as the relief driver.
Erika poked her head out from the cargo bed between us, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.
Although Erika was a count's daughter, she apparently hadn't been allowed out of the royal capital much.
So almost everything she saw outside the capital must have felt new and rare to her.
"Is that Santony?"
"Yes."
"It looks surprisingly worn down…"
"On the outside, yes."
Some parts were newly rebuilt, while others were scorched—probably traces of magic.
It was perfectly natural for Erika, seeing it for the first time, to think it looked rundown.
