The party had been extravagant, grand, and unforgettable. The people of the city called it the “Lenslethian Banquet.” From now on, the ideal standard for noble gatherings across Bedenheim, and even the kingdoms and empires of the Federation, would be modeled after this Lenslethian-style party.

Hoooooonk—

Three days after the party, as the southern summer officially began, Arad and Arina boarded the airship.

It was the Rune Lensleth, the first magical ironclad ship with a deck entirely coated in magical alloy.

“Goodbye~!”

“Come again, Lenslethians!”

Though it was an unscheduled departure, nearly all the citizens of Bedenheim came to see off the foreign ship leaving their harbor. It was a vivid illustration of the image Lensleth had cultivated in Bedenheim.