"Finally, it's time to leave."
Now it was the second day after their stroll, and after handling a series of things, Hilia boarded the departing train.
Unlike when the Elf Race left, when there were few people around, on the Ista Empire's side, many came to see them off.
Countless residents of Kost shouted their farewells, hoping Hilia would come back to visit Kost again someday.
Hilia waved goodbye to everyone, assuring them she would return.
The border patrol train, capable of holding dozens, slowly started up and sped out of the city.
On their way back, they didn't take the teleportation array, choosing instead the much more economical patrol train, planning to enjoy the Northern Alliance's scenic views along the way.
Hilia sat by the window, gazing at the rapidly receding Kost City.
Doris kept glancing at her, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at the most prosperous city of the Northern Alliance."
