The moment the grand gates of Harmonia opened before them, the breathtaking sight of the city greeted their eyes.
As they gazed out the carriage window, their eyes widened in awe.
Even Rowan, seated at the coachman's seat, stared slack-jawed at the view.
Eldrin wore a look of surprise as well, but then he muttered, "Why didn't they check our carriage?"
It puzzled him.
After all, verifying the identity of those entering cities and fortresses was standard protocol—an essential measure to prevent suspicious individuals from stirring unrest.
It also allowed authorities to monitor who entered their territory.
'Strange… I don't remember Larkson sending a message asking them to treat us as special guests.'
He thought, 'So there's no reason they should know who we are.'
Eldrin stroked his beard, frowning, 'Even if they recognized me, they wouldn't make this kind of arrangement.'
