The future described by Gawain seemed to open a new door for Rebecca.
Across the vast fields of the southern borders, iron tracks stretched toward the boundless distance. The magic-powered locomotive pulled hundreds of tons of cargo as it raced across the land. The mechanical gears and levers roared, the powerful magic-powered engine roared. This creation, far beyond the capabilities of human strength, was like the artery of the Cecil Principality, capable of transporting supplies and personnel to distant places within a matter of days—a journey that might have taken a month in the past, with the possibility of dangers to life.
She really wanted to see the scene depicted by her ancestor.
