"Oh? Is this the new event?"
Upon getting the news, Singo immediately rode his bipedal wyvern and rushed over.
"Let's land here."
"Tch, still a step too late. Why didn't the official side give any advance notice?"
His wyvern flapped its wings, slowly spiraling down and eventually landing near the dragon-landing ground in the Ashen Emperor Square.
Lately, traffic control in Isdalia had become increasingly strict, with Tiefling guards from the City Management Bureau constantly patrolling the streets.
Even though Singo was an Imperial Viscount, he would still receive a ticket for improperly parking his bipedal wyvern.
It's said that Prime Minister Ramp led by example, personally paying a fine once—since then, no Dragonblood Nobility dared to disobey traffic rules, not even the fiercest and most brutal ogres obeyed.
"However... there's no need to squeeze in with these people."
