**
We travelled to Irion, the capital of Aihrance, in a carriage.
Cool breezes entered through the open windows.
I shifted my gaze outside the carriage and spotted a large river connected to the ocean. Irion looked like an island from how all those waterways surrounded it. Tall buildings stood around in what looked like circles within the city limits.
Trade ships had filled up seemingly every inch of the harbour, while countless carriages were entering and leaving the city.
Hans, who was riding along in the carriage, was currently laid out flat on his back while massaging his forehead, probably due to motion sickness.
However, Alice was just fine. And she was currently asking me with a puzzled face, "There's an underground labyrinth below the royal palace?"
I nodded at her question. "That's right. That's where it's been sleeping all this time – the treasured 'tool' of the first Holy Emperor, Ordin Olfolse, as mentioned by my older brother Ruppel."