At this moment, the train let out a loud whistle.
White steam swept past the window, blurring the fields outside, while the Thunder City station simultaneously came into view for everyone.
In the last carriage of the train, Councilor Dibico, standing in the smoking area, wore a stunned expression. The cigar held between his fingers almost dropped to the ground.
He never expected that in just half a month, such a large construction site would appear near the previously deserted train station!
"By Saint Sis..." Councilor Dibico, who had departed from here half a month ago, exclaimed with the same amazement as a certain princess who had just returned home.
And within that sigh, there was also a bit of regret similar to that of his old rival, Councilor Horace—
These guys moved too fast!
...
With the train's long whistle tearing through the sky, the "Prince's Train" glided like a homing steel giant dragon into the station on the outskirts of Thunder City.
