The night was already deep.
Most of the blocks in Silver Moon City were quiet, only the hurried passers-by returning home at night.
Especially around the Half-Elf Palace, fully armed Blood Knight Army patrols could be seen everywhere. It has been almost a month since the rebellion, but the atmosphere here remained tense and heavy.
Suddenly, the southern gate of the palace slowly opened, and a slender half-elf walked out quickly.
He seemed to be in his sixties or seventies, with white hair and a solemn face, striding towards the South City area in the cold moonlight.
On his left and right, two guards in armor accompanied and escorted him.
As a palace physician, Cliff was generally not allowed to leave the Royal Palace. This time it was only because his own grandson, who lived outside the palace, suddenly fell seriously ill. Cliff had pleaded in many ways, even alarming Her Majesty Queen Isa, before he could be granted leave.
