Winterfell City, the city gates tightly shut.
The Golden Lion Legion is arrayed outside the city, orderly and neat.
Standing in front of the formation, Colin listens to the envoy's report, his expression fluctuating between light and dark.
"My Lord Viscount, Miss Vera, the message from inside the city states that due to the current unstable situation, with rebels arising, to ensure the safety of Winterfell City, they cannot open the city gate to allow the Golden Lion Legion to enter temporarily.
However, Young Master Joyce says that you and your wife can enter the city, but the guards accompanying you should not exceed a hundred individuals."
"Hahaha, What a big joke! Since when has the Golden Lion Legion been unable to enter Winterfell City!"
Listening to Colin's mockery, the envoy bows his head, stuttering without a response.
Colin doesn't blame him for it, the poor man is just a messenger, the situation inside the city is clearly under Count Uman's control now.
