It was not wartime, nor had martial law been declared, so 1,500 adventurers could not take the train all at once. Even though trains were made for military purposes, ordinary citizens could not be randomly restricted from using them.

As such, Guild Director Glont decided to move by splitting the adventurers into five units. The people from the headquarters and I ended up heading to Asterium alongside the temple people, with the platinum plate adventurer Ruin in the lead.

"You must have obtained a first-class seat from the paladin gentleman. Is it fine for you not to go there?" I asked Hillis, who was sitting in front of me with her chin resting on the window.

The seat I sat on was part of a four-person cubicle seat for official use, so it was uncomfortable and narrow compared to first class.

Hillis shook her hand slightly at my question. "It's okay, it's okay. Right now, there are only stuffy old people in the first-class compartment, so it’ll be uncomfortable.”

No, I feel uncomfortable if you're here. But Hillis smiled faintly, not interested in what I thought.

"Really? But aren't you two uncomfortable?"...