"Winterfell City.
In the early days of spring, the ice and snow were melting, and the temperature was warming up.
The main road outside the east city gate of Winterfell City was crowded with brightly dressed people.
When the flag of the Blood Knight Army slowly appeared on the horizon, hearty cheers broke out among the crowd.
The story of Count Angler, the Guardian of the North Territory, leading the Blood Knight Army to sweep across the East Territory, had spread like wildfire to every town in the North Territory.
Bards had taken scattered words and their own imagination to exaggerate the tale of Colin's journey in the East Territory, transforming it into a tear-jerking heroic epic that made all Northerners' blood boil with admiration.
Back when the Hilde Family was battling the St. Sean Family, the St. Prowse Family took the opportunity to seize the victory that should have rightfully belonged to the North Territory - a grudge the Northerners had nursed for hundreds of years.
