Colin lifted the black curtain of the carriage window and peered out behind them.
To their left rear, unbeknownst to them, a steam locomotive with an elegant platinum and white design had appeared, the brilliance of witchcraft flowing over it.
Luxurious, noble, elegant...
One could tell at a glance that the person inside the carriage was no ordinary individual.
Click, click, click—
Just then, their carriage suddenly started moving, and at the same time, the coachman's voice came from ahead,
"Lord Hume, there's a Yista School emblem on the carriage..."
"Uh-huh," Hume responded softly through his nostrils.
He understood what the coachman meant—they needed to pull over temporarily.
Not long after.
Controlled by the coachman, their carriage moved to the very edge of the road, and other carriages waiting beside them did the same.
With their actions, the center of the road cleared up enough space for at least three steam locomotives to pass side by side.
