Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 31: Chapter 30: Journey’s End / An Unexpected Visitor

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Chapter 30: Journey’s End / An Unexpected Visitor The following morning Mary wakes me well after the sun has risen in the sky, which surprises me. After getting ready for the day with her help, I meet my parents downstairs for a hearty breakfast which includes a dish that they call corn pudding, but it is really just grits made with milk, not that I’m going to correct the people in this world regarding the names of their dishes. The inn that we had stopped at last night was called The Sword and Swallow and, for an inn out in the middle of nowhere, it is surprisingly sizable and fancy. Last night when I asked my father why, he mentioned that the nobles from the capital like to come out to this area in order to go hunting in the plains while using inns like this to ‘rough it’. So, in order to cater to wealthier clientele, there are a number of inns like this that surround the lands at the base of the large plateau that houses the capital city. Speaking of, once we finish breakfast and head outside to where our carriages wait, to the south I can see it, the plateau. It is massive, even from a distance. I know that we are still a long way away from it because, while I can see shapes on top of its western half, they are too small to distinguish into proper forms, but I assume they are buildings. From the angle I am looking at it, it appears that the city may cover over half of the plateau as well, meaning it is comparable to New York City and the surrounding suburbs, at least as far as area goes. Considering the architecture I have seen so far in this world, I highly doubt there are any overly tall buildings, but still, to be able to tell that there are structures at this distance is impressive in my eyes. “Sweetie, will you please get in the carriage?” My mother's calm voice breaks through my thoughts on the sight I have just beheld. “O-oh, y-y-yes. S-sorry, Mother.” I stammer, the feeling of blood rushing to my face. I climb into the carriage, using the hand that Sir Ashley has held out for assistance. My mother climbs in after me and sits down opposite me, in her usual spot, back facing the front of the carriage. A few moments later, my father climbs in and settles down next to her, then knocks on the roof, signaling that we are ready to start moving. “Do you remember any of the time you have spent in Aberling, Beira?” my mother asks. I shake my head after a moment of reviewing the memories I have inherited from my predecessor. “Hmm. That’s a shame. You had so many good memories there, especially the times you spent with Princess Isabella.” My mother smiles as she mentions the plucky princess who is the whole reason we are making this trip. “Oh well, I guess that means you will just have to make more good memories on this trip to make up for what you have lost.” “I am l-looking forward to seeing Izzy again after she had to leave so suddenly.” I say, pausing for a brief second before asking. “Do you think I’ll be able to see her and Angus s-soon after arriving?” “Aye, lass,” my father says, chiming in. “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised to find your prince waiting at the gates of the estate for you when we arrive, and it is likely the princess won’t let him wait alone, considering how long it has been since she has seen you. We’ll probably arrive sometime in the middle of the afternoon.” My father smiles at me reassuringly before leaning over and whispering something in my mother’s ear which makes her smile and cover her mouth with her right hand while watching me. Is she laughing at me? What did I do? Slightly annoyed, I turn my attention away from my parents and look out the window toward the plateau, which is steadily drawing closer and getting even bigger with each passing mile. Looking back to my parents, I ask, “Does the p-plateau have a name? I have only heard it referred to as ‘The Plateau’ or ‘The G-Great Plateau’.” My father chuckles. “Aberling Plateau,” he answers. “The plateau has the same name of the city that covers