Dull golden eyes scanned over the marble pillars adorned with golden vines. The place exuded with luxury. Perhaps too much luxury. Even the frames of the paintings on the walls are decorated lavishly with ornate designs. This is the imperial palace of the North Kingdom. This is where the Empress is more powerful than the Emperor.
With every step the knight took, eyes moved with astonishment. Other warriors passing by stand in awe when those silver robes flash in front of them. They gulp. They stop. They smile. They were all in surprise. Everyone was too familiar with the knight that possessed the only golden eyes inside the army. It was the Number One Holy Knight.
Cough! Cough!
An old man in his fifties or so walked hastily in front of the knight while coughing.
"Good morning Holy One, welcome back! We thought that you have met some misfortune on the battlefield. Rumors are just rumors, I guess. It's good to have you back."
