"Master, we've arrived at the filthy human... Ahem! I mean the wonderful city of Ashtray!"
"Astrea, Griv."
Griv then grumbled and complained about the human cities all looking the same before he climbed down from the carriage and went to pay the entrance tax.
"Well... I'll be damned."
The beautiful out gates of Astrea looked like frozen sculptures, the white metal something rumoured to be from an ancient time when the gods walked among the mortals.
However, Leonhardt didn't buy this and just thought they looked nice.
A curious thought lingered about whether he could steal them for his dungeon.
Zafira sat on the opposite seat while pretending to have no interest, but Leonhardt noticed her peeking out the window at the city several times. Maybe because of their strange relationship, he struggled to speak to her in the same manner. Since that night, it became a sort of ritual for her to handle his demon.
