"Hurry everyone out here…"
Outside the palace, that goes beyond the glistening lake of Sol, knights in their silver and white uniform were pacing back and forth in an orderly manner.
"General Mclear, Lieutenant Viseree, reporting, Sir!" One of the knights dressed with the same silver and white uniform and had a badge with three white ribbons, necktie to him. Indicating that he was in the middle ranks of the knighthood.
Lieutenant Viseree saluted another man, who seemed to be older than him. Aside from the older man's silver and white uniform, he had stash with different medals and ribbons, indicating his high rank. General Loran Mclear, a small man but his visage was firm and his eyes held profound wisdom as one of the six generals that led the empire on its warring states. And he had the notorious title of Eye of the Raven.
However, after the war was over, he was given the land of Rochette on the warm Southern East of the Empire to govern. A two weeks travel from the empire.
