The next morning, outside North Port City.
Charlotte, dressed in noble attire suited for traveling, sat in the carriage, thoroughly enjoying the streetscape of North Port outside the window.
Slowly sailing boats moved over the clear waterway while the ancient city's bustling streets lined the shores.
Occasionally, melodious bell tones carried from afar, stirring up a flock of seagulls.
Putting aside whatever the Holy Royal Court's Church had become here, the punctuality of these clock chimes was remarkably accurate.
Distant majestic castles, nearby quietly flowing canals, various Gothic structures along the stretching waterway, coupled with the pedestrians' attire that was evidently more avant-garde and luxurious than that found in Bold... Charlotte almost felt as if she'd been transported back to Venice at the dawn of the Renaissance in a film.
