Three days ago.

“Are you done with your preparations?”

“Hmm.”

Isla nodded and stood up at Teyo’s words.

Squeak.

Teyo opened the tightly closed doors, and at the same time, about a dozen men outside the door turned their heads.

Count Herreran, Samora Ades, Martin Claudio…

They bowed their heads. As the heads of each clan and rising cavaliers, all of them could be considered a giant of Valvas.

“There you are.”

Count Herreran held out an object. It was a long, azure spear – Thorca, the symbol of Mara Valencia.

Jing!

After waiting for a hundred years, Thorca gave a low hum after reuniting with its true master.

“This way…”

Count Herreran observed the sight with various emotions in his eyes, then spoke politely. Isla equipped Thorca on his back before following behind Count Herreran. Then, everyone else naturally joined the procession.

Isla and the numerous cavaliers silently walked through the sunlight-filled hallway.

“Oohh…”

Suddenly, a faint sound could be heard. It was similar to a tremor in the air.

“Ooohhh…!”

The sound steadily grew louder as the group approached the exit. Two soldiers were guarding the exit, and red drapes was covering the hole. As Isla crossed the hallway and finally neared the drapes, the soldiers pulled apart the covering with rather excited expressions.

Fwoosh!

Isla frowned slightly as the wind and...