Two carriages slowly passed through the fifteen-meter-high inner wall, advancing toward the wide main street of the inner city.
The inner city was more prosperous than the outer city. Brightly colored buildings sparkled in the sunset's afterglow, making the scene resemble a beautiful painting.
Magnificent carriages, dashing gentlemen, and elegantly dressed noblewomen were a common sight on the wide streets.
On the balcony of a villa across the street, an old man in a silk top hat was leisurely drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.
The newspaper article was about the fall of the Blue Moon Territory, caused by the Disease Witch running rampant. This story had dominated the papers for a while, though its coverage was shrinking; what was once a front-page headline was now just a small blurb.
Still, it put the old man on high alert, because he saw a carriage on the street bearing the emblem of the Blue Moon Territory.
