Zane descended from the sky.
After flying for hours through the territory of Malgrith Kingdom, he finally spotted a village in the distance and landed near its outskirts. The village was surrounded by a simple wooden wall, with several guards standing watch near the entrance wearing dark scale-like armor.
None of them noticed him.
Flying was an extremely rare ability in the current era. Guards were trained to watch for approaching travelers, monsters, or occasionally wyverns crossing the sky. A lone person flying high above the clouds was simply not something they expected.
As a result, Zane landed quietly near a corner of the village and entered without attracting any attention.
The moment he stepped inside, various unfamiliar scents drifted into his nose.
Food.
Lots of food.
Immediately, his interest increased.
While walking through the streets, he casually observed the residents.
