Far from the grand Holy Empire, in the peaceful neutral city of Agarta, a sleek black carriage rolled smoothly along the wide stone road near the Royal Arcane Academy.
The city was lively even in the morning.
Merchants opened their shops, students walked in groups, and guards stood near the streets keeping watch.
Tall buildings made of white stone stood proudly on both sides of the road, and colorful banners hung from their walls.
At the center of the city, the Royal Arcane Academy stood like a giant castle of knowledge.
Its tall towers reached toward the sky, and its blue crystal windows shone brightly under the sunlight.
Julius's carriage moved calmly through the streets, its wheels making a soft sound against the road.
The horses pulling it were strong and well trained, their steps steady and controlled.
People on the street glanced at the carriage as it passed.
Inside the carriage, the air was warm and comfortable.
