It was past eight o'clock in the evening. The Sparrow District at the edge of the city had already fallen into silence, but the wealthy White Dove District remained brilliantly illuminated.
Various magical neon signs lit up the bustling commercial street, where fashionable men and women strolled about. Occasionally, one could even spot the strange sight of Orc and elf couples holding hands as they walked.
Ever since an oracle from the Goddess of the World Tree three hundred years ago, wars across the continent had come to an end, ushering in a prosperous era of peace where multiple races coexisted.
Chapter 19