The son and daughter of the Duke of Fort Swallow's carriage stopped in front of 111 Duron Street.
Fort Swallow's butler, Dres, supported the pale-faced duke's son; the four maids once again held up the canopy, within which the duke's daughter walked, as the group crossed the floral sides and stepped onto the stairs.
Just as they stepped onto the stairs, Butler Dres could clearly sense a subtle change.
It was as if they had passed through a thin mist and felt the sun.
"The rumored guardian ritual?"
Dres silently pondered in his heart.
Then he let out a sigh.
Fort Swallow once had its own guardian ritual as well.
It could defend against outsiders as well as ward off bizarre occurrences and Evil Spirits.
Unfortunately, as time passed and wars ensued, the rituals that were once part of their heritage had long been lost.
Not just in Fort Swallow; among all the noble territories in the south, perhaps only Hans Port retained a complete guardian ritual.
