Upon entering Lion Roar Castle, the butler Derrington personally led Colin and his party into a courtyard.
"Viscount, please rest for a while. When the banquet begins, I will send someone to notify you."
"Okay."
Since Joyce was not in a hurry to see Colin, Colin should not show any urgency either.
However, considering that the Dwarf Legion was about to catch up, it was Colin's side that was more pressed for time.
But Colin understands that the more you can't afford to wait, the more you should appear calm and composed, or else you would be in a disadvantaged position in the negotiation to come.
Idle, Colin simply removed his armor, bathed, and put on a set of noble ceremonial dress.
By evening, the sky suddenly darkened, and night enveloped the earth earlier than usual.
The occasional lightning that crossed the sky seemed to be dancing silver snakes, with thunderclaps echoing above Winterfell City, causing a faint ache in the eardrums.
"Knock, knock, knock."
