"We've finally reached Hestia!"
It was then morning.
A bright and almost clear morning displayed a bright green scenery around the larger and grey walls of the nearing city, Hestia, The Capital of Hestia.
It was unorthodox enough to have a capital named after the Kingdom, but it only meant that it was the heart of the Kingdom itself.
[Marcus]: "Ugh. My back hurts..."
In the carriage, Marcus and Grantt were both asleep, however, Marcus was the first to wake up, stretching out from the long-driven ride that his body had been never used to.
[Marcus]: "Master—"
He tried to call, yet Grantt was sleeping in a rather unusual position. He was sat upright, and his back was almost straight with his arms crossed.
He'd expect that he would be slouched and leaning back in such a state, but how can Grant who never even left the city before.
Except that, he wasn't Grantt right now, but rather Maximilian.
