The Western Turmoil (2)

The destination is decided, but I am still unsure which road to take.

Having begun my journey in that state, I was naturally heading for the Vilestrika Republic.

Of course, I still hadn't decided to take a ship, but ships—and information from across the sea—came into the country.

It was the best place to gather information on the west-central region, whose people used sea routes to avoid the Pulha Great Forest, as well as the western lands beyond it.

More than anything, it was close to southern Zieden.

If I heard about the places ahead and ate my fill of delicious seafood, my indecision would surely clear up and my route would settle itself.

After all, I was never good at thinking ahead, deciding what to do, and then acting on it.

I strolled leisurely along the highway, like chasing clouds drifting on the wind.

Nearly twenty years had passed since Zieden stopped warring with the countries around it.

The number of bandits and monsters appearing had decreased, and the area had become much more peaceful...