Chapter 42 Kicks And Quips—A Love Language?

• “So... this is... uh... the lands governed by the Sanctum Dominion, huh?” Mixarnt asked Aelries awkwardly, staring in awe at the towering border walls made from gold and gemstones. The grass shimmered like gold under the setting sun, and the trees sparkled faintly, their golden leaves swaying gently in the wind. It was like stepping into a painting.
• "Yes. The Sanctum Dominion's land is elevated so entry isn't easy, and the whole land is covered by that long wall, which is protected by a strong holy magic, so if you touch it with impure intentions, you will be repelled immediately." Aelries explained casually.
• After their wild escape from Morvain, it had taken them several weeks of camping, dodging beasts, and finding shelter in remote villages before they finally managed to hitch a ride east—straight into the territory of the Sanctum Dominion. The place where saints were said to be born.