The western district of Aurora was, without question, the most prosperous part of the capital.
Broad avenues paved with polished white stone stretched between elegant estates surrounded by wrought-iron fences and flowering gardens. Crystal street lamps lined every road, while enchanted fountains decorated intersections, their waters glowing faintly with mana. Merchants sold exotic goods from every kingdom on Terra-Mythos, including elven silk, dwarven runic tools, beastman leatherwork, and even preserved coral jewelry imported from the Merfolk Kingdom. It was a place where appearances mattered, and that was exactly why Bahamut's team had chosen it.
"So..." Alya looked over the disguises that had been prepared for them. "...who's playing what?"
Bahamut glanced over the expensive outfits before sighing.
"I'll be the young master."
"Obviously," Lily answered immediately.
"No arguments there." Alya nodded. "The prince already prepared an identity."
