Three years ago in winter.
On a night when the snow was falling heavily.
Marquis Garcia hurried back to Winterfell City.
As he entered Lion Roar Castle without even changing his clothes, he headed straight for the Duke's study.
"Knock knock."
"Come in."
Marquis Garcia entered the room. The Duke St. Hilde was alone in the study.
"You must be tired from the journey. Sit down, have a malt beer to warm up."
Marquis Garcia took the wine cup that his brother handed him and drained it at once.
Only then did the frost and cold from the journey dissipate from his body.
"Why did you urgently call me back?"
"How's the situation on the frontline?"
"As usual, Gambick is scared of me, hiding in the fortress and not daring to fight in the field."
"Ha-ha, that old turtle!"
Marquis Garcia poured himself another malt beer, sipping it slowly while waiting for his brother to continue.
