Year 1454, early July.
Windmill Land had just emerged from the shadows of war, entering the bustling summer of freight traffic.
The previously desolate docks became busy, with sails slowly moving over the azure sea.
Ships from Xilan and even the Royal Court still appeared at the docks, while the Centaur gangs and Norn gangs continued their street fights.
Warehouses lined the coast, with cast iron cranes hanging on the outer walls for loading and unloading goods.
Walking in the shadows of these warehouse walls, Jill Orange lowered his hat brim and hurried past the Falan soldiers who were chatting and laughing.
Although it seemed as if nothing had changed from before, he could clearly feel the changes brought by the arrival of the Falan Legion.
First, a large number of people speaking Leia language in City Hall were expelled from Windmill Land.
Next, there was strict control over gatherings and nighttime outings.
