Whether it was the architectural style, or every blade of grass and tree, there was a unique artistry and aesthetic appeal. It was distinctive, as if it were a painting, and the work of a grandmaster no less!
"They..."
Glarus noticed the boys and girls standing around, their Fairy Armors catching his eye.
'A general domain could never produce such exquisite equipment.'
Glarus was pretty much certain, 'Is this a Miracle Kingdom?'
He had been sold as a slave and had hoped to find a peaceful place to wait for death.
But who could have imagined, after wandering so far, he would again end up in a Miracle Kingdom? Fate really plays with people.
"This is too dirty."
The members of the guard noticed the newcomers and were accustomed to the current way of life in Yatun.
It was hard to imagine that just over two months ago, they, too, looked just like that.
