Early the next morning, only dead silence accompanied the gloomy mist circling around Mount Felipoa.

Clop, clop.

More than three hundred horsemen followed behind Edmund and lined the wide plains at the foot of the dormant volcano. On both sides of where the cavalry was stationed, the river meandered through the valleys with a thunderous roar. The water’s currents were quite strong and swollen due to the continued rain from the night before. The muddy ground was rather unsuitable for horses to maneuver, but the ground where the cavalry awaited was solid.

“A spirit of water. It’s truly amazing.”

“I can’t believe there is a knight who has contracted a spirit. I would have never believed it if I weren’t looking at it in person.”

“I didn’t think he was an ordinary person, but this is beyond anything I ever imagined.”

The cavalrymen of the Knights of Dawn whispered while stealing glances at Eugene, who was looking at the mountain wrapped in mist. It was extremely rare for people to travel to and from far abroad, but most of them knew about the King of Maren, as he was famous in the Kingdom of Caylor and the other nations in the west. The King of Maren had made numerous achievements over the years to eventually become a king....