Illingburn Fort.

The light of the setting sun shone down upon the city, basking it in a bright red glow. The setting sun and the sparse figures standing atop the city wall painted a scene that was quite picturesque, albeit a little lonely and depressing. The shadows of the mountains were cast onto the city walls and buildings in the city, and half of the wide path at the center of the courtyard had also been cast under shadows. It was as if these buildings had become just like the mountains around them, quietly listening to the passage of time and watching as people came and went in a detached manner, completely disinterested in the state and affairs of the world.

On the walkway leading to the royal barracks, two royal cavaliers were chatting with one another as they strolled along side by side.

"Was that woman that we saw just now Mistress Faye?"

"It was. Why do you ask?"

"Hold on, isn't she supposed to be quite old? Looks like she must have some type of spell that allows her to maintain a youthful appearance," one of the cavaliers said as a lustful smile appeared on his face.

"That must be it. Yesterday, when I saw her standing together with Prince Lazaar's daughter, they looked like a pair of sisters. Come to think of it, at her age, it wouldn't be unfitting even if she were the mother of Prince Lazaar's daughter."

"Ha, how do you know she isn't the mother of Prince Lazaar's da...