Numerous armored soldiers walked through the large gates on their horses, looking at the streets filled with a crowd. Men, women, children– all were present, awaiting their loved ones who participated in the war to return.
A few soldiers joined their family, while others' corpses were given to their families.
Among them, a dark-haired armored young man looked at the crowd emotionlessly.
"Your Highness! We should head to the palace," Glain joined the dark-haired man, riding his horse.
Prince Lucian nodded, without saying a word and ran his horse toward the palace, followed by his subordinates.
Although they had the opportunity to meet their families first, they needed to report to the king about the situation before they could return to their homes.
Lucian descended his dark horse once the troupe had arrived at the palace.
The knights behind mirrored him.
