Two days passed quickly, and before me stood a gigantic, imposing wall made of solid stone. From its stunning exterior and the visuals I'd seen in eroge games, I could already tell it was the defensive wall of the Royal Capital of Belfast.
The King's convoy, returning to the Royal Capital of Belfast after carrying out a social and humanitarian aid mission, almost ended after the horse-drawn carriage he was riding in entered the gates of the Royal Capital of Belfast.
While waiting for my task to be completed, I lay down on the roots of a large tree and watched the King's convoy moving at a slow pace, entering the gates of the Royal Capital of Belfast in neat rows without any jostling.
The day had entered the afternoon, and the sun was almost setting before nightfall. I was busy dealing with requests from my stepmother, who wanted something from me and Melissa, who didn't want to lose out on taking advantage of this situation.
