Chapter 117 - Scenery a Bystander Sees

Breeze dashed, and was felt far and wide, cooling down the rural idyll of a dirt and unpaved road as the sun soared higher, warming the surrounding nature. Nature that was less jammed with throngs such as the dirt road now, and obviously there would be less dust to be blown by the dashing breeze, for neither passerby by walking nor riding animal-drawn transport to leave another mark on such a road already stuffed with footprints of theirs slowly eroding along the breeze. Such a road that once crowded with them entering and walking out of this little town; quite a subtle change in ambiance it was now, to such an extent even the white-masked witch who had been traveling along this road barefoot, could not notice till the very end of her journey which brought her to the other end of another road,