At noon, the sun shone brilliantly, casting its radiant rays upon the quaint village road. The vibrant hues of the sky painted a picturesque scene, as one horse-drawn carriage basked in the warm sunlight, creating an enchanting display.
After completing their task, the royal soldiers and their captain made their way back to their designated post. However, their steps halted abruptly when they caught sight of their esteemed Guardian seated beneath a luxuriant tree. With a serene countenance, he leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes closed, immersing himself in the exquisite beauty of nature.
Witnessing this tranquil spectacle, the two soldiers respectfully distanced themselves, while the captain approached his revered Guardian. "Sir, we have successfully relocated the goods. What are your further commands?" The captain humbly inquired, lowering his head and bending one knee to touch the ground, a mark of deference.
