The lead-gray clouds clumped together, flying low in the overcast sky.
Amber sunlight languidly fell on the surface of the Parra River, not even reflecting a shimmering glint.
Magpies skimmed low over the wheat fields, occasionally landing in the dark yellow wheat fields of Autumn Dusk Island, searching for lost grains of wheat, before being startled by Beastmen holding slingshots.
On the mortared road from New Life Bridge to ry Court Barracks, carriages came and went, carrying displaced people from all over, converging toward the ry Court Barracks.
When they stood on the old bridge of the Parra River and looked, they would always see that tall building in Mansion Square, known locally as the "Pope's Palace," the Holy Seat Mansion.
As the saying goes, where the Pope is, there the Pope's Palace is.
