Black gates lined with golden vines stood tall and proud between the borders of the North Kingdom and the villages. A group of four stopped before the guards who were clad in silver armor.
"Pass?" One of the two guards asked Lucien. He presented a small golden token as small as a coin to the guards.
"Mercenary mage, " he whispered. "They are with me." He did not even look at the three people following him. They entered the gates with ease.
"I never thought that you were a mercenary of the imperial army." Yllana looked at the ground while pondering on her own thoughts.
"Mm." Lucien never liked talking about himself. Yllana already knows this. He never indulged in small talks unless necessary.
"It was fortunate for that family to have been abandoned by the youngest daughter. At least, she has avoided the calamity that befalls them. Such a disaster is worrying...
