The sunlight shone on the clean streets of Brunas, and below the traffic lights bustled a busy crowd. Just looking at the scenery here, it hardly differed from a modern street.
Even more so, it seemed to possess a more modern air than those quaint European streets—because when Brunas was being built, aesthetics were not taken into consideration.
Here, eighty percent of the buildings were the most basic rectangles without any sense of design, constructed quickly and easily under the principle of utmost practicality, and thus a completely new city was laid out at once.
So, the art students of Brunas were utterly despairing. What they learned seemed completely at odds with everything before their eyes.
"Excuse me, is this the registration office for the World Industrial Expo?" A woman who was sitting behind the counter, bored as she tended to her nails, heard this inquiry and looked up to see a middle-aged man dressed in traditional nobility attire.
