A young lady stood in between the higher-ups and the city gate. It was as if she was the wall itself that separated death and freedom. A silver-white hair fluttered as her crow-like wings flapped. She silently gazed at the higher-ups with a cold expression plastered on her face as she held a slim sword known as Custodire.
The young lady was none other than Alastair Hecate, the newly arrived Krieger and the first one at that.
With the capture of the diplomat, it was normal for her to reinforce the arrest of the higher-ups. And from the looks of it, she was right. If not for Alastair, bloodbath would be splattered onto the walls around the city gate. It wouldn't end with the higher-ups being captured, and casualties would be a problem.
But that was if she hadn't arrived. Alastair was in front of the higher-ups, and she was the only one stopping them from trying to take a single step.
