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Two full days have passed since the rebels traveled by sea. It was on a full moon that they arrived by the Marcissa Kingdom's docks. The sailors dropped the anchors, then called for the assistance of their confidantes. They leaned the wooden ramps, and helped the rebels and the bandits descend to the dock. All of them walked towards where the horse-drawn carriages awaited.
"Your Majesty Maro of the Leon Clan, welcome to Marcissa Kingdom," a man in his late thirties greeted them with a bow. "It's been two years since we last met."
"Duke Reismond Dwellard. I told you not to call me 'your Majesty'. I'm not a king anymore, so you may call me Maro," The Rebel King shook hands with the man, "Thank you for having us. We're in your care."
"I'm pleased that you have accepted this offer. The Dwellard clan will always be grateful to you for saving my aunt from the Pho Clan's wickedness."
"I am only doing what I know is right."
