A cavalry troop of 20, deep in the hills to the west, surrounded by woodlands and trees, was moving dynamically down the steep route at an above-average pace.
"Young Master Liam." A young knight on a black horse came up to a man on a black horse who was leading a troop of cavalry who were crossing the steep terrain.
Liam, who had been called, nodded, allowing the knight who had abruptly broken up the formation to proceed.
"If our speed stabilizes, we'll be in the castle in the early morning."
Hearing that, Liam pulled the reins to the right and his feet met the horse's nose. The black horse, which had been moving quickly, came to a complete stop.
The knights did the same thing, stopping their horses without even the least trouble.
Liam took at his surroundings, which included trees, grass, and uneven roads. Because the sun had set in the west, the light became dim.
