The horse carriage jostled, and Casio looked out through the curtain.
They were on a driveway, with sprawling grasslands spread out like green carpet on either side. Amidst the grass were flowers of red, blue, and green, diffusing a faint scent of spring.
Looking ahead along the road, there was a gentle slope with several pale-white buildings scattered around. It resembled a quaint little town, with the occasional human figure visible.
Casting their gaze further up, they could spot several towering spire-topped buildings, faintly reflecting white light. That must be the manor they were headed to.
As their convoy entered the small town, a young man in a blue uniform emerged to greet them. It was clear that he was a staff member organized for this exchange meeting. Many others, dressed in similar blue uniforms, were stationed in front of the manor to guide the incoming guests.
Under the direction of the youth, the convoy proceeded towards the gentle slope.
