All managers come down to the ground floor to respectfully send Riz off.
"You guys don't need to do this, actually," Riz said while he walked out of the building. His carriage has long arrived in front of the building, waiting for his arrival.
"How could we do that, your majesty? As your subjects, it is our obligation to respectfully escort you out." Luis replies to Riz on behalf of all the managers.
Seeing the stubbornness of his managers, Riz heaves a sigh in defeat. He opened the carriage door by himself before the coachman could even jump out of his seat. "Gramps, let's go to the Industrial District first. Then, to Bideford Arsenal."
"As you wish..."
Immediately, the carriage begins to move further north. He visually saw the quality of air gradually drop the moment he entered the industrial district. At the same time, his nose caught on the sea breeze coming through the half-open window of the carriage.
