(A/N: To get a better grasp of the city's size, imagine 90's Chicago. Yes, it's huge.)
Evelina and I walked out of the alley and immediately became the center of attention.
Two well-dressed people, suddenly appearing from a random alleyway? And to make it even stranger, this was frontier territory—most people here probably didn't know our noble titles.
My status as the heir to a marquisate and Evelina's position as a D'Arclight meant nothing here.
These people clearly weren't educated enough to recognise who we were.
As for the obviously corrupt officials or whoever was really in charge? It was still a coin toss whether they'd recognise us. If they did, this would turn into a simple one-day trip. But it probably wouldn't be that easy.
If they did know, they would've already planned a welcoming party the moment this land was assigned to our names, along with the other two princes.
Either they didn't care, or they just didn't know.
