The Pendragon Duchy.

The road heading towards Bellint Gate was quite well maintained. Travelers pulled up their collars in the chilly wind and the occasional carriage could be spotted. A pony with a small bundle on its side could be seen trudging along.

The rider of the pony, as well as the person walking alongside the creature, were both dressed in a thick robe, and had their hoods pressed down deeply. However, given that one person was walking and the other was riding, their identity could be assumed to be that of a noble and a servant.

“Oh! Why is it so slow? Hey, we are on the right track, right?”

The rider snarled, and the walker raised his head.

“T, that is right. Handsome Kazzal knows the smell of Master Pendragon.”

The identity of the walker, who nodded his head several times, was none other than Kazzal.

“It has already been four days. Brother must have already passed Bellint Gate… When are we going to catch up with him?”

“That is why handsome Kazzal said we should buy a big horse.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I did not bring enough money because I was in a hurry. And I am a noble lady! I don’t have to spend any money in the castle! Ah!”

A gust of wind blew off the rider’s hood and revealed her identity. It was a slim, white...