Three days—
Ronald had never imagined that their speed toward Orel would be boosted to this extent. In just three days, he could already see, from midair, the beastman city appearing ahead—their destination for this trip: Orel.
This city symbolized the beastman nation, and shared its na with the King of Giant Beasts.
Or rather, as the ruler of this country, and also of this world.
Orel had nad it after himself.
"..."
While flying, Ronald lowered his head and glanced at the Saint’s bequest in his hand.
After using all the Magic Power in the Gray River Grass Ring to enhance his flying speed, he was moving so fast that even he was a little shocked. This degree of enhancent—would absolutely have a sizable impact in battle as well.
As he was just mulling this over, when Ronald ca back to himself, the scene before his eyes shifted again.
The beastman city that had still required him to look into the distance just a few breaths ago was now very close. With Ronald’s level of eyesight, he could already make out a fair number of details of the city.
A low wall a few ters high encircled the outside of the city, but it was only a simple frawork put together with wood. Likely because in the Songwood World there wasn’t much need for war, and all they needed was to block out minor environntal effects, the result was sothing like this.
As for the houses inside, freestanding wooden cabins took up the entirety of the building types; materials like stone bricks were almost nowhere to be seen.
It was dayti at the mont, and many beastn were active in the streets and alleys, making the city seem quite lively.
"Ronald... sir... are we... there yet?"
At this mont, a halting question ca from behind Ronald.
He turned his head; it was Martha speaking to him.
At such extre speed, the three church mbers were already having a hard ti just protecting themselves; talking was affected even more, to the point that it sounded like this.
"That’s right, it’s that city up ahead."
Ronald imdiately slowed down. Only after he saw the three from the church dispel their protective Spells and catch their breath did he continue:
"Costate and the master of this city are down there. Judging from how long we’ve been separated..."
Suddenly, Ronald’s narration ca to a halt.
Because they had been steadily lowering their altitude, the four of them were getting closer and closer to the beastman city.
And at this very mont, he heard singing.
After his experiences in the Songwood World, Ronald was extrely attentive to any elent involving song, so naturally his attention snapped to it imdiately.
The beastn in the city were singing.
As the distance closed, he could now see that on the streets of the city, several teams of beastn were marching along the roads as they went, constantly singing the sa unified chant.
If one lifted their gaze to take in the entire city, they would discover that the movents of these teams were strictly planned. Which streets they walked, how much ti they spent, even where they began singing—all of it had very fixed details.
"..."
This was the ritual Orel had spoken of!
Ronald imdiately realized what was happening in the city below.
The activity that required the power of an entire city to hold was the thod for sending soone into the holy capital.
If such a requirent were imposed on an invading outsider...
One had to admit, this was another asure with very high security.
"Mr. Ronald, they’re singing?"
At this ti, Martha spoke up as well.
As they descended, the hearing of the three from the church, inferior to Ronald’s, finally picked up on this phenonon, and so they asked.
Ronald gave a slight nod and pointed at the beastn below as he explained:
"I’ve reached a shared understanding with this city’s ruler. He’s holding a ritual to send into the holy capital."
Martha now perceived the Magic Power hidden within the city, slowly circulating along with the marching choirs. The saint-ranked priestess placed great importance on this journey. As she observed carefully, she discovered sothing particular.
"I see that besides the processions, quite a few residents are also singing along."
"They’re not participating in the Magic field ford by this ritual. Is this a spontaneous act, or does it have so other ritual significance?"
Ronar simply shook his head:
"This is my first ti here as well. We’ll have to go down and ask to find out."
Talking like this, the four of them finally landed on the ground.
Although the beastn were in the middle of a ritual, the actual atmosphere was like a grand festival being held; as a result, no one paid any attention to Ronald and the others’ arrival.
And even if soone did run right into them...
Given how strange-looking the beastn were, they wouldn’t care about the appearance of four humans who looked "weird" by comparison.
After landing, Ronald quickly unfolded Reconnaissance Magic.
The four from the church knew who he truly was, so they didn’t disturb him, and instead stood aside to watch and study the singing performances on the streets.
The Reconnaissance Magic rapidly spread through the entire city, and Ronald quickly located Costate.
Now that she possessed a true personality, the maid could be locked onto by the Spell from Divine Cody - Hell, making her extrely easy to find.
"Found her. Let’s go." Ronald beckoned the three from the church forward as he spoke. "We can observe the ritual on the way. Let’s make the most of the ti we have."
Costate’s position was within the city, not far away.
The four of them hurried in that direction, and Ronald didn’t sit idle along the way, continuing to refine the details of his Reconnaissance Magic.
He then discovered sothing interesting.
Aside from Costate, there were actually traces of other humans moving about in the city, though very few—only three.
These were likely the intruders Orel had ntioned, those who had wandered in by mistake and then been unable to leave for the rest of their lives.
From this vantage point, the King of Giant Beasts didn’t seem so bad.
At the very least, he hadn’t imdiately slaughtered those who strayed into this place. That might be one of the reasons he’d been sealed as a Saint by the church in the past.
The destination arrived quickly.
The place where Costate was located was a spacious plaza in the city, with a splendid wooden stage erected at its center.
At this mont, a beastman in full ceremonial dress was standing on the stage, singing alone.
At the side were accompanists, an audience, and other beastn waiting their turn.
And in a place that looked like a judges’ panel, Orel sat among them, with Costate at his side.
"..."
At this bizarre scene, Ronald didn’t bother to hide his surprise:
"Is this... a singing contest?"
Unlike Ronald, Martha cared more about the ritual itself, and muttered in puzzlent:
"Is this also part of the ritual?"
At the sa ti, Costate sensed Ronald’s arrival.
The maid stood up directly from the judges’ seats, not caring in the slightest about disrupting the performance, and ca over of her own accord.
"Sir!" Costate bent in a bow. In the process, she only gave the three from the church a brief glance, not taking them seriously at all, then focused all her attention on Ronald. "Orel has been very cooperative with . The plan is proceeding smoothly. In another four days, the ritual will be complete."
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