Chapter 95.1: Spring of Salvation (3)
There were clear advantages and disadvantages to building satellite cities like Mainus to defend the royal capital.
The advantages were the defensive aspect and the creation of new cities that generated significant tax revenue. The disadvantage was the substantial financial investment required to develop these new cities.
Furthermore, the volume of goods transported to and from the capital had to be significant enough to warrant the establishment of satellite cities.
Consequently, there were only three satellite cities on Airian Island.
Mainus, the royal capital’s satellite city.
Roscommon, belonging to Ross.
Athlone, belonging to McLoud.
“I usually enjoy trains, but I’m getting sick of them.”
Cain slightly raised the window.
The scent of spring, carried by the wind, faded, replaced by the smell of people.
The train carrying Cain and his companions from Mainus was arriving at Roscommon, the satellite city of Marquis Ross.
“I agree.”
Vanderbilt also agreed with a trembling voice.
If Cain genuinely enjoyed trains, Vanderbilt, who had never been on one before, had harbored vague expectations.
However, after this tiresome journey, he vowed to stick to horses in the future.
It was understandable for him to be weary, having traveled by train from Crowl in southern Airian to the royal capital and now to Marquis Belt.
Still, thanks to Oleciren and her VIP compartment, organizing their luggage wasn’t difficult.
However, the anxious expressions of the railway workers visible outside the carriage door were a little unsettling.
“They didn’t used to be so nervous, even with the princess. This is nice.”
Clink—
She tapped the ‘Headbreaker’ hanging at her left hip as she spoke.
She looked so much like Cain threatening his enemies lightly while hitting ‘Agweska’ that Cain clucked his tongue and the other two smiled.
Vanderbilt, stifling his laughter, offered a serious observation.
“Princess, I think you’ve chosen the wrong role model.”
“Role model? Ah, you mean it’s like what Cain does.”
Oleciren playfully furrowed her brow, and Cain, meeting her gaze, lifted the corners of his lips.
“You seem to like my actions quite a bit.”
“What are you talking about? People like Sir Vanderbilt or Isoel can’t do this because they are reserved.”
“Your actions betray your words.”
With that, Cain turned around.
As Cain strode toward the door, the railway workers hurriedly scattered.
The other three followed.
“Hmph! What’s with them?”
Oleciren grumbled as if she was offended, and Isoel discreetly sighed at her reaction.
Although they pretended otherwise, they were becoming more alike than they realized.
Thump—!
The moment Cain and his party stepped off the train.
The railway workers, lined up in two rows like a human red carpet, pounded their fists against their chests and shouted.
“Welcome to Roscommon Station, Your Majesty!”
Normally, a princess would be greeted with “Your Grace.”
However, Oleciren now officially inherited the ‘Headbreaker,’ making her the symbol of the kingdom’s military might.
Therefore, she received the same greeting as Hybolt, ‘Your Majesty’.
Unaccustomed to the address, she hesitated momentarily but quickly regained her composure, proving that her time in the royal capital hadn’t been in vain.
Then, she whispered to Cain, who was muttering.
“Why are you acting like someone from the countryside?”
“Because nothing good has ever happened when I’ve arrived at a station recently.”
He had a confrontation with Olivia.
He met with Archbishop Barbetta.
He was even accused of treason by Sir Wayne.
“…….”
Oleciren fell silent.
She couldn’t continue the joke, knowing what Cain had been through every time he arrived at the station.
Cain took in the sight of Roscommon Station, along with the platform visible between the railway workers.
‘The scent of perfume is strong.’
It wasn’t unusual for railway workers to wear perfume. However, Cain frowned slightly at the pungent fragrance that stung his nostrils.
As the dense human carpet came to an end.
An elderly man with a neat, wrinkle-free uniform and a stylish mustache greeted Cain and his party.
“I am Worrall, the stationmaster of Roscommon.”
He removed his hat, tucked it under his arm, and bowed respectfully.
The rich, antique scent of old wood emanating from him suggested he had a good eye for perfume.
Pleased with the first impression, Oleciren spoke comfortably.
“I am Oleciren. I presume you’ve been briefed on the details?”
Before departing Lindbloom, they had informed the entire kingdom via magical communication about her inheriting the ‘Headbreaker’ and their journey north.
Although it had the drawback of revealing their hand to the enemy, it was unavoidable.
Showing up unannounced with the ‘Headbreaker’ and demanding obedience would only lead to chaos.
Stationmaster Worrall, after meticulously donning his hat again, stepped aside and guided them.
“Yes. I shall escort you directly to the platform for the north-bound train.”
Trains heading to the battlefield were inevitably heavy, carrying a large amount of supplies.
Therefore, to reduce costs and simplify operations, they were difficult to operate on the narrow-gauge tracks commonly found throughout Airian.
The railway stretching from Marquis Belt to the north was a broad-gauge line, and the train platforms themselves were entirely different, necessitating guidance.
It wasn’t necessary for the stationmaster to be involved in such matters. However, given who they were and the nature of their mission, he had personally stepped forward.
As the platforms for narrow-gauge and broad-gauge trains were quite far apart, Stationmaster Worrall led them through an underground passage.
The absence of any musty odor suggested meticulous maintenance.
Within the long, dimly lit underground passage illuminated only by magical lights.
Cain casually asked,
“Has Marquis Ross also departed?”
“I cannot disclose passenger information without an official warrant, however……”
Worrall hesitated.
It was something he should never say according to the rules he had been keeping on a regular basis.
Swoosh—
Oleciren subtly revealed the ‘Headbreaker’ she had received from Hybolt.
It signified her absolute authority over all matters related to the war, preventing him from remaining completely silent.
“He departed this morning.”
“And the Knights?”
“…….”
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