An Old Country Bumpkin Has Time on His Hands

“Nice weather.”

Swaying gently with the carriage, I let my gaze wander outside.

There were four carriages in all. The prince and princess rode in the main carriage, while selected guards occupied the others. The remaining knights and escorts—though “left over” is a harsh way to put it—either followed alongside on foot or secured the locations on the itinerary.

Incidentally, I was the only person in my carriage. At most, there was the coachman handling the horses.

So, although I was technically part of the escort, I spent a very leisurely morning gazing out at the lively streets of the Northern and Central Districts.

“Yaaawn... I’m spectacularly bored...”

I stifled a yawn and muttered to myself.

The royal family’s most important members generally traveled by carriage.

Of course, there were times when they got out to eat lunch or visit a shop on the itinerary, but over the course of the entire trip, they spent far more time in their carriages than walking around.

In other words, the time I actually spent standing beside the prince and princess was surprisingly short. The rest was all travel time, leaving me with nothing to do but peer out at the festival-bustling streets...