High above the Itra Royal City, Isaac floated in the air, looking down upon the prosperous Royal City below.
Yes, prosperous.
In Itra, where ordinary people lived lives worse than pigs and dogs, the fact that its Royal City could be called prosperous... was rather laughable.
And this was why Isaac and the others hadn't noticed anything unusual when they first arrived in Itra. The place was no different from the royal cities of other nations—prosperous, where its people seemed to live and work in peace.
Until they went to Roton Fortress...
Only then did they understand what kind of Hell the ordinary people here were living in...
Isaac looked down at the prosperous city below, a gleam flashing in his eyes. A few moments later, streams of information began to flood into his mind.
This was thanks to his Authority, Analysis. It wasn't just useful for assisting with research, but also for other things, like intelligence gathering.
