The Holy Church Territory of Miladia

We left Belgant and headed south.

A thin mist still lingered over the road that morning.

In the fields surrounding the city walls, farmers had already begun their work.

The smell of damp earth mingled with the green scent of freshly cut grass, while carts rattled along the stony road toward Belgant.

"It feels kind of strange, doesn't it?"

Felicia, walking beside me, looked back at Belgant's walls as they gradually grew smaller.

"I know what you mean."

"It's different from when we set out on a quest."

"We don't know when we'll be coming back this time."

"That's true."...