It did not take long to reach a garrison, as there were many on the inside wall that led to the royal district. Once he reached close to it, he stopped in front of the counter, where a soldier was looking at him nervously.
The aura Astaroth was giving off might not be noticeable to a little girl, no older than five years old, with no mana capacity. But to a trained soldier, with at least a small amount, it was a different story.
Astaroth's figure seemed shrouded in deep red waves of hatred from the soldier's perspective, and he was barely holding on to his consciousness.
"C… C… Can I h… h… help you, S… S… Sir?"
In the most deadpan tone the soldier had ever heard, Astaroth replied.
"Yes. Take this little girl in. She requires the kingdom's protection. Her mother is… deceased."
Astaroth's aura flared a little more when saying that last word, eliciting a small yelp from the soldier.
