On the outskirts of the capital, where the old Barren Mountain once stood, the Upperhills Dome Stadium had been erected. A coachman who had visited this place before stared at the sight, his mouth agape.
"Wow..."
The massive, white dome roof shone brilliantly, reflecting the sunlight. He remembered a time when he was running late for a delivery and cursed the ‘Barren Mountain’ for blocking the road into the capital. And on that same day, he had seen a giant mound of earth where the Barren Mountain had disappeared.
Less than a year had passed since then...
"That pile of dirt I saw back then became this?"
Good heavens.
"Dad! Look at that! It's so big!"
A small child brushed past the coachman and ran ahead.
"Don't run, James."
"... You say that, James's dad, but your steps are getting faster too."
"Honey... are you telling me to just stand here and bear it?"
It seemed there were families on outings as well. A sea of people, including the coachman and many other citizens of the capital, had gathered to see the Dome Stadium. Their faces were filled with excitement.
The coachman turned his gaze to survey the surroundings. Nearby, he could see the Upperhills boarding school and the foundation's main building. And beyond them, on the horizon, were the Upperhills paper workshop and iron workshop.