Til was nervous. He saw the immense Pialu castle walls in front of him. The walls used to be a trustworthy existence that he could freely pass through at any time, but today, the walls looked like a monster that could swallow him in one gulp. Since Til’s name hadn’t been cleared yet, he would be captured as soon as he entered the city, and there was a high possibility that people wouldn’t listen to him even if he tried to explain the situation. No matter how much he thought about it, entering the city while yelling, ‘I am innocent!’ didn’t seem like the right answer. 

If he had enough time, he might be able to clear up the misunderstanding, but time was something he lacked. Still, Til strengthened his resolve and walked toward Pialu. After all, he did have something to rely on, and he recalled what Zich had told him.

[My companion will be waiting for you at the castle walls.]

Zich had foreseen this happening and made the necessary preparations; through his companion, Zich told Til that his words would gain persuasiveness. 

‘It would be best if Sir Zich came with me though…’ Til thought. Yet, Zich had already left the area to...