The train traveled through the snowy fields, a force field covering it entirely to protect it from the blizzard. All the snow evaporated as soon as it came within a few meters of the train.
Inside the train, passengers cozied up in their seats, sipping hot tea and marveling at the winter wonderland that stretched as far as the eye could see.
For many youngsters, this was the first time they had entered the land of Ashborn which was called a world of its own.
There were many stories about how this land came to be. Some said the land was cursed, while others said that it had always been like this. However, no one knew what stories to believe
There was only one thing about the Ashborn Duchy that everyone was certain about. It was that despite being the land of snow, the Ashborn Duchy wasn't poor. It had many resources that allowed Duke Ashborn to be one of the ten richest Nobles in Camelot.
After traveling for half an hour, the train once again slowed down as it entered the main city of Ashborn Duchy. It came to a complete halt after reaching the station that was highly protected.
Raven gazed out the window. This was the city where he was born. This was also the city where so many things happened that changed him.
Raven noticed quite a lot of Knights stationed in the station. This was the highest he had seen after the station from where Uther had entered.
Seeing the scene outside, Raven frowned. With this kind of protection, it meant only one thing. Someone from the Ashborn Noble Family was here!
Raven's eyes observed the station through the window. Before long, he saw a distant figure from the corner of his eyes.
Outside, there stood a dignified man, dressed in a Noble Attire. On top, he had donned a robe made from thick fur made from a Dragon's Skin.
The man didn't carry any weapon, but just the aura around him was much stronger than Atlan. It was as if he didn't bring any weapons because he didn't need any.
Seeing the distant figure, Raven's fists clenched subconsciously.
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"Hmm, is that Duke Ashborn? To think that he would personally come here to escort his son?" Uther couldn't help but smile, seeing Duke Ashborn here.
Duke Ashborn was also called the Duke of Frozen Night. Many said that he was a person who didn't have many emotions. He rarely ever attended any noble gatherings either.
The only time he attended a gathering was at the Royal Palace. It was said that among the Nobles, he was also one of the most influential. His strength wasn't lacking when compared to the members of the Round Table.
Uther also only recognized the man because he had seen him at the Royal Palace. Even his father paid quite a lot of attention to him.
Uther never understood why his father was so interested in Duke Ashborn. It couldn't just be because he was strong. His strength wasn't even worth mentioning before him after all. Unfortunately, he didn't know the answer to that question.
Uther got up from his seat, walking towards the exit. A Duke had personally come to the station. As a Royal Courtesy, he decided to greet the man.
"If you want to meet him, I can call him inside." Atlan stood up, calling out to Uther.
"There's no need. In any case, I was getting bored just sitting. Since it's the last station, consider it as getting some exercise." Uther smiled as he stepped out.
Atlan also accompanied him, all the Royal Knights also stepped out one after the other.
Next to Duke Ashborn stood a young boy, seemingly only sixteen years old. However, his eyes looked more mature for his age.
He looked very similar to Duke Ashborn, which was enough to give away his identity. He was the youngest son of Duke Ashborn and the boy who was known as the Genius of the Ashborn Family.
The boy was carefully listening to his father. However, even though the family Knights stood near them, none could hear the words of Duke Ashborn, as if there was some magic in those words that allowed only his son to hear.
While the Duke was speaking, he noticed some movements in the distance. His attention shifted as he felt many powerful presences that weren't even trying to hide themselves.
He looked in the distance, noticing a young boy step out of the Train. The boy was accompanied by a man whose aura was the strongest here.
Duke Ashborn didn't take long to recognize the two. He had also seen Uther in the past. Although it had been a long time and Uther had grown a lot, the similarities were impossible to ignore.
Moreover, he also recognized Count Atlan. That man's presence also convinced Duke Ashborn that the boy before him was none other than the Son of King Arthur. As if that wasn't enough evidence, the Royal Knights also stood out, accompanying the boy.
"Duke Ashborn, it's been a long time since we met." Uther stopped before Duke Ashborn, smiling. "If I'm not wrong, this should be your youngest? Allen Ashborn, the genius of Ashborn that I heard so much about?"
In the presence of Duke Ashborn, many would've found it even hard to breathe, but Uther was also different. He had lived in his father's presence. In front of his father's aura, he didn't find Ashborn's Aura any special.
Moreover, Duke Ashborn didn't reveal much of his aura either, not wanting to accidentally hurt the son of Arthur. He knew how crazy that man was. If possible, he didn't want to upset the King of Camelot.
"Greetings, Your Highness." Allen greeted back respectfully. Just like his father, he was also wise enough to guess the other side's identity, even though it was his first time seeing Uther.
Duke Ashborn also opened his lips to speak. However, before he could let out a single word, he stopped, feeling some killing intent. He glanced around, frowning.