The old gentleman gestured for Bobby to look out the window at a brightly lit café from which faint, cheerful music could be heard.
"People can now enjoy their evenings in peace—visiting friends, listening to music, chatting... This tranquility and vitality were unimaginable in the Holy City after the disaster ten years ago. All these changes began with the Holy Throne's insistence on new knowledge and new Paths. Many call it a 'miracle,' but I prefer to believe it is the inevitable fruit born from the combination of wisdom, courage, and a deep love for the people."
The carriage door opened, and a clear, girlish voice drifted in, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps.
"That's right. It is the inevitable fruit born from the combination of wisdom, courage, and a deep love for the people."
A little girl of about eight or nine, with waist-length black hair and equally dark eyes, climbed into the carriage.
She wore an exceptionally exquisite and lovely dress.
