Click-clack, click-clack.
In the dull sound of turning gears, the city gate of Winterfell City started to open slowly.
An envoy, riding a fast horse, dashed out and galloped towards the Golden Lion Legion camp located outside the city.
It didn't take long before the Golden Lion Legion began to assemble and slowly advanced towards the open city gate.
Meanwhile, everyone at Lion Roar Castle had also arrived at the city gate to welcome them.
Colin and Archbishop Agani stood at the very front of the welcome party. Joyce, however, was nowhere to be seen.
This young third son of the Duke couldn't endure such a drastic fall from heaven and had already given up and hidden himself away.
Of course, no one was paying attention to this third son anymore at this point.
Unless a miracle occurred, he was destined to have nothing to do with the title of Northern Duke.
"Viscount Angler, Miss Vera hasn't been baptized yet, has she?" Archbishop Agani suddenly spoke.
