The following morning.
To the north of Chinston City, the sturdy city gate made of cold iron, worn by time, bore deep imprints and mottled traces, still guarding the safety and dignity of this land.
The City-State Guard Knights on either side of the city gate held their spears and shields, their eyes steadfastly watching the distance, as if telling people with their posture that this was sacred and inviolable land.
At this moment, Viscount Levin Chinston, the city-state's lord, dressed in a deep blue nobleman's suit, personally came to the gate to bid farewell. By his side were his beautiful daughter and handsome son-in-law, hand in hand, their faces graced with light smiles.
The guards at the entrance of the city saw the lord, promptly standing to attention with serious expressions, saluting him.
Viscount Levin Chinston nodded slightly, indicating that they needn't stand on ceremony.
