Since last year, Cecil's goods have been increasingly common in this city.
The wheels rolled over the newly paved roads in the noble estates. The high-quality road surface and equally high-quality wheels almost completely offset the bumps during travel. Duke Ferdinand Wendell sat in the black Magic-guided Vehicle, his gaze sweeping across the window, seeing new shops renovating their facades on the street—between the black spires of Aldernon-style buildings, a large, eye-catching glass window occupied the entire street-facing wall. Inside the window were shelves yet to be organized, and workers hanging signs at the shop's front entrance, with a few words written in beautiful script:
"The Best Desserts - Cecil Flavor"
"...As if only Cecil people know how to make desserts," Ferdinand frowned, couldn't help but muttering softly.
