Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

At the edge of the city stood a sacred mountain perpetually surrounded by a vast sea of dense magical clouds.

And above that surging cloud sea—

Floated enormous inverted-cone-shaped islands like divine miracles.

The climate upon the islands remained springlike throughout all four seasons, while broad silver waterfalls poured endlessly from the island edges.

The rushing torrents crashed heavily into the clouds below, and beneath the refraction of sunlight, a dazzling seven-colored rainbow forever hung in the sky.

The streets of the entire city of Elcadia were planned with perfect order.

Exquisite magical rail vehicles could be seen everywhere rapidly traveling along laid tracks through the gaps between densely packed buildings.

Within the deepwater harbor in the distance rested gigantic magical cargo ships resembling colossal sea beasts.

And at that moment—