"Lyra, it's time for breakfast..."
A gentle female voice came from the kitchen in the east of the yard, entering Lyra's ears.
Hearing her mother's words, the pink-haired girl who had been staring blankly at the sky softly put her two soft and smooth silk-stockinged feet pitch-black little leather shoes. After slipping inside, she first gently stroked the pleats at her ankles, then pulled the silk stockings taut with her fingers to prevent wrinkles under the soles, before standing up and walking downstairs.
Maybe... she had imagined it...
The Kingdom of Velys had already been driven back, and the Valeria Empire had established numerous no-fly magic zones along the border between the two countries. How could anyone possibly fly at such a high altitude without using mental energy or elemental particles?
