Immediately, a miraculous scene unfolded; a gentle, cooling breeze swept through his entire body, dispelling the heat and suffocation, leaving only an unprecedented sense of comfort.
The apprentice raised his head in surprise and met the kindly face of the Great Sage, blushing and hurriedly lowering his head again.
"Thank you... Your Highness the Great Sage."
Dousuke smiled kindly, indicating that he need not stand on ceremony.
"You're welcome. The climate here is different from the Academic State. If you feel uncomfortable, make sure to tell me."
With that, the elderly man leaped smoothly from the back of the night owl, his calm gaze sweeping over the magnificent spectacle before him.
This was the legendary miracle forged at the expense of the Dwarf Kingdom's national strength—Brass Pass!
The walls were not simply made of bricks and stones; they seemed to have grown directly from the spine of the mountains, blending seamlessly with the rugged cliffs.
