The Chief Guard sets foot into The Capitol, amidst raging skies and a thunderous storm that has seized the skies of Baekmin.
The sun has long set and the Guard is in his carriage, grasping the reigns over the horse to trod faster.
He's headed to Bohoja's humble abode, the man living in the most meagre situations, gold stuffed under his mattress and pillows.
The Chief Guard tuts as goosebumps cover his forearms from the cool breeze that was flowing and filling his carriage with rain water.
He'd have to borrow a change of clothes from the man he was being sent to summon and would even need to sit out, until the monstrous storm comes to a halt.
In his mind, he was cursing King Lee Min Hyuk.
The man was rather a tool.
He had no sense of timing and threatening Soojin early on in their plan was a stupid move.
Bohoja would be rather furious, the Guard thinks.
Soon enough, he reaches outside the dimly lit cottage Bohoja had rented out from a sage.
