"That's right, I'll go to Mother first. She'll definitely know what to do!" Bedoyel's eyes lit up. He scrambled into his clothes, boarded a carriage, and sped toward the Royal Palace in Gonda.
Bajin straightened up and took out a handkerchief to wipe the spit from his face. He watched Bedoyel's figure disappear into the night, a glint in his eyes, before taking a different path into Gonda himself.
...
As the Royal City of Debei, Gonda was truly a city that never slept. Even late at night, the streets remained brilliantly lit, and commoners would head to the taverns for a cheap mug of ale to wash away the day's fatigue.
A squad of Long Halberd Guards patrolled the streets, keeping the peace in Gonda.
Although petty theft was still rampant and impossible to eradicate, violent incidents were at least kept to a level the public could accept.
