A wind gushed past the market stalls and houses in the kingdom of Napoleon. If one could look closely, they could spot a crimson flash mixed with golden energy radiating in the darkness.
The movement was inhumanly fast, that anyone who was outside then would think it was just the wind.
As soon as Reginald was done with having to use his powers to seal the boundary, he staggered backward and Sylvester was quick to grab him.
General Hayes took a step forward, with his head still lowered in reverence to Reginald's authority. "Sire, you need some rest. Sylvester will be tasked to look for the Healer for your Wife."
His words came out without any emotions. Since they could all see well in the dark, his countenance was quite similar to the sound of his voice.
Only the General himself knew how much he avoided smirking mischievously. This was because the silver-haired man's eyes glittered with shock. He was at the verge of glaring at the trusted General.
