30 Years Have Passed Since the Prologue

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A few days ago, in a moment when time was reversed.

The guard at the northern border of Leonor headed towards the trade train line to make a plea-like recommendation for the fourth time this week.

Since it was deep in the forest without a single station, it took a while even on horseback. Still, because of the royal decree, he couldn’t handle it carelessly.

He drove his horse while looking at the shiny, gleaming tracks.

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At the guard’s shout, the workers far away, who were pounding at the tracks, stood up. One of the group walked over with a heavy gait.

“Is your work nearing completion?”

“Oh, we still have a long way to go.”