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We had been riding for about three days when we finally could see Aman, the city where Daliac was. Winter meant shorter days. The sun had already begun to set, and shadows crept slowly between the sharp spires. The guards tapping their spears against the ground while checking carriages looked more like part of the scenery than living men.
Of course, there was nothing to worry about. I had identification from Grassmere, and if they asked me to remove my helmet, I could just use the Masquerade skill. But when we reached the gates, the guards didn't even look at us.
"They're… ignoring us?" I mumbled.
They weren't just ignoring us.
Rubia waved at the guards with a shocked expression. "They really don't see us at all! Did we become ghosts or something?"
"Looks like they really can't see us," I replied.
"So what now?" Rubia asked.
"What do you mean, what now? We go in, of course," Isaac said matter-of-factly.
I glanced at Isaac, who was strutting with his beak tilted upward. "Is this your doing?"
"Doing? Tsk. Can't you ask nicely? I simply cast...
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