Richard and Grace got off the carriage and continued on foot toward the city gate.
It was still midday, and they had time to look around.
Grace also seemed curious about such a massive city.
And perhaps because of their appearance—one handsome, one beautiful—they easily became the center of everyone's attention.
"Is that boy named Richard really that tough? He slaughtered Grimoire Realm Magi as if they were mere cabbages even though he's still in the World Realm."
"Yeah, no doubt about it. I heard it from my uncle, and my uncle saw it himself. He was in the Holy Star Kingdom when the war happened."
"An eighteen-year-old boy that strong… who could possibly match him at his age?"
"He won't find an opponent his age. His enemies are the older ones, like Prince Charles."
Richard heard several people chatting casually, but their topic was him.
This was unexpected. It seemed his name had spread far and wide.
