"Clang—Clang—"
The "Prince" train sped across the endless fields, the vibration of the wheels passing over the rail gaps interrupted Luo Yan's thoughts.
Inside the luxuriously decorated royal compartment, a sweet and sticky scent permeated the air wrapped by the magic barrier.
Due to Edward's last-minute cancellation, the train compartment meant to carry three passengers now had only two.
And the attendants, who were supposed to actively come in to serve tea and water, all turned into air, only coming in to disturb when the bell rings.
Erin was sitting right across from Luo Yan.
She wore a dark travel cloak over a neat and clean light day dress, the pearl white collar contrasting with her silver long hair and the unmelting blush on her cheeks.
Because of the existence of the very convenient magic in this world, coal dust and white smoke couldn't drift into the compartment, only when getting off might one pick up a bit.
