"They say the previous Queen made a deal with the devil before she died, promising it her daughter's soul. That's why the Princess suddenly fell ill and perished on her 21st birthday; because the devil came to collect it. However, keep it a secret between you and I, but I overheard the royal knights say that the Princess is actually still alive-"

Overly paranoid while discussing such topics, the pair of merchants noticed another shadow join theirs. They spun around, no longer staring at the pavement and now exchanging contacts with a pair of cold eyes.

"Those who speak ill of the deceased Queen and Princess shall have their tongues removed." He spoke in a monotonous tone while clutching the hilt of his sword. The setting sun behind him added a unique backdrop to his unparalleled beauty.

Taking in his beauty, the merchants gaze wondered around finding themselves eyeing the family crest which sat on his uniform. Recognizing this symbol anywhere, they greatly shook their heads and bowed themselves away before breaking into a run. "We apologize sir! It won't happen again!"

With the citizens gone, the street became quieter. The sound of beer clinking in the nearby bar and laughter was the only thing the young gentleman could hear. He stood still, anyone would have mistaken him as a statue. Finally turning around to gaze at the setting sun, he brushed his hands through his hair before deeply sighing, "I shouldn't have taken you for granted when we were all still young."