Chapter 63

Chapter 63: 63 \nI needed to be hidden, but I didn’t need to go home, so I’m sitting on the carriage of a wagon going down the road to the capital, looking at the landscape of the capital. He was Camilo’s clerk, and Camilo sat with him on the stand. This way, I’ll look like a luggage number. By the time I left Amur Mansion, it had already been more than there, and now it was enough to go around noon.\n

That’s the capital, there’s a wide variety of people going out there. As with dogs, cat-like beasts, or women who are (…) and (…) ri (…) for being less tall, a man with a low neighbor and a thick mustache would be a dwarf. There are other Lizardmans (bipedal lizard-like people and people who seem to have scales growing in humans seem different races), a race called Marito who looks pappy but can see it differently than that in his or her physical appearance, and of course humans, people of various skin colors and hair colors, who are busy crossing paths. But, for example, there is no way that man hates the Beast Man. Everyone goes the same way, sells things, buys things. Seeing that made me feel somewhat sunny.

Once we climb through the gate (that’s the border between the aristocracy and the general public, they say), we go from there for another half an hour or so, and we go around the capital gates. I didn’t see this go either, but when I look at it, it’s big. It looks like it could be about 6 meters long. On the way home, I asked Camilo,

“Anything. When the old king made peace with the Titans, like the Titans let him in, it seems to be that big, but, well, it’s suspicious if it’s true”

Apparently. The inheritance of saying so is something that I would like to examine at least a little bit at a time.

There were checks to get there, but the return was almost bare. The guard standing just flickered his gaze at us, and he’s looking right at another carriage behind us. It’s not that this guard’s eyes are a pit saver, it’s just that we weren’t suspicious… In fact, whatever happens when you get here, there’s nothing to answer when you stop coming home.\n

Out of the gate, I saw the streets and rivers, as if they had drawn a line in a green carpet with brown and blue crayons. The river shines in the sun even in the distance, and you can see the streets continue from right in front of you all the way across the horizon. The green carpet is a meadow of short grass, and a field far away. When you circle your head, the mountain range, which seems quite elevated in another direction, is “Sobi” as if it is a wall that protects you.

Locally, that river looks different from what’s flowing out of a lake near us. I wonder about the mountain. You don’t know it because you can’t see it from us.

Such a view lasts for a while, first the capital disappears beyond the horizon, and the mountains diminish its height more and more, eventually invisible. It’s a street from the capital, so you can be different from people from time to time, but basically you just run a carriage through a whole lot of it. Eventually I’m getting tired of watching the scenery, so I chat with Camilo from time to time. For example, the presence of an elf we didn’t see in the city.

“Is that an elf? Because they’re basically self-sufficient and they don’t come out of their own. You don’t see anything in the city around here first.”

“Really?”\nBut you’re here.

“Oh. As much as I occasionally see the one who went on a samurai training journey to buy what I needed, even people like me who did business and went around, yeah, maybe more if I saw about two fingers in my life”

Some of the stories I read in the previous world were familiar with the human city, but they seem to be the type of cages in this world. I’ve seen quite a few species today, and once I want to see an elf.

While doing so, the area began to stain orange. The carriage is paced considerably faster than on foot, so we reach the forest entrance while the sun is still in the sky. However, even if we continue through the woods now, it is imperative that it be dark along the way, so we decide to ask Camilo to give us a pine light. Maybe by the time the sun sets, they’ll be able to reach the city.

I got out of the carriage with the pine lights on the carrier and the firestone, thanked Camilo and broke up. Come on, one more step.

\n“Welcome back, parent”

“Welcome back, Mr. Eizou”

That’s what the three of you told me.

“I’m home.”

Feeling my breasts filled with warm things, I managed to say what I wanted to say.