Heavenly Sword Mountain soared so high it seemed to touch the sky.
In the western part of the continent, a vast wilderness stretched out. It was an expansive sandy expanse that continued all the way to Arancort on the western coast, a place that people in ancient times had called the ‘Anvil of the Gods.’
The desert formed by the powerful cold currents flowing along the western shore was dry and capricious. Naturally, it wasn’t an environment suitable for living beings, to the extent that before the installation of warp gates, a significant number of caravans heading to Arancort had gone missing.
Nevertheless, there was one single place.
There existed one location where the climate stood out remarkably. As if monopolizing the vitality of the entire desert all by itself, a land that turned a lush green every time spring arrived.
“Should we call it the mystery of Heavenly Sword Mountain?”
Those were the words uttered by Senior Delphine, who was walking alongside me in step.
As expected of the head of House Yurdina. She had an unexpectedly erudite side. Even right now, she was explaining the climate of Heavenly Sword Mountain, wasn’t she?
Her golden hair swayed with every step, scattering my field of vision. It was hair so radiant that even the pouring sunlight seemed to soften.
“Only the area around Heavenly Sword Mountain forms a fertile ecosystem. Even though the precipitation itself isn’t much different.”
“Isn’t it a kind of oasis?”
“Perhaps… However, the scale is too large, so some people are…