The first quarter moon rose once again in the night sky, which in terms of time outside this space, meant another month had passed. However, time had no practical significance for the dead.
Today was no different from yesterday, and tomorrow would be the twin brother of today. Sometimes, it was impossible to tell whether you were in the past, present, or future.
At this moment, Viscount Fred Albert, as usual, rode his skeleton warhorse alone, patrolling the streets of Ram's Horn Town. He had been doing this work for hundreds of years and would continue to do so.
Since the founding of the Tomiri Kingdom, Ram's Horn Town had been granted to the Albert Family by the founding queen. Fred's ancestors had been loyal to the queen and her successors for generations. During the war between Tomiri and the Griffin Kingdom, the town was turned into a strong frontier fortress by the Albert family.
