July, the Flame Month.
On a road outside the South Capital "Shaya" of the Soma Alliance, Richard stepped forward, approaching the city praised by many.
As he got within a few miles, he could clearly see the appearance of the city.
At that moment, Richard's eyes showed a bit of surprise, not at its prosperity—after all, he had seen metropolises far surpassing this era on Earth—but at its dilapidation.
He hadn't expected that a place referred to as the "City of Glory" and "Golden City" would look even more neglected than Farro, a second-rate city.
The city's protective walls were indeed grand, like an unending mountain range stretching across, with height and thickness enough to make ordinary armies despair. Some wizard apprentices and three-pattern magic knights couldn't forcibly scale it; only wizards could ignore it.
