It was especially quiet today in front of the Leus Gate, where cold winds swirled through and twirled around the carriages and the travellers.

“Next.”

A group of people hurriedly passed through the gates with stiff expressions at the words of a guard.

Booooooh!

A horn trumpet resounded a long tone in the far distance.

“I think they have arrived.”

Sir Kyle Vaughn, one of the company captains of the 7th regiment, mumbled while turning his head towards the gate.

Then, a huge flag embroidered with the symbol of the city of Leus and the Pendragon Duchy descended from the wall.

“Get ready!”

At Kyle Vaughn’s cry, the soldiers of the 7th regiment rushed out and lined both sides of the gate. Simultaneously, the carriages that were lined up to enter Leus moved to the side of the road, and travellers were also directed by soldiers to the sides of the road.

“What the hell is going on? I’m so busy right now.”

A man mumbled grumpily. Another man quickly stepped forward with a response.

“Shhhh! A, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Huh? No, why? What’s the big deal?”

The peddler lowered his head and asked in a quiet voice. Everyone around him, including the man who responded, had turned their heads towards him at his very...