After a day of alternate rest and traveling, Rhys stood on top of a hill while he was wearing black clothes and staring at a city. The hill was covered with green grass. There were trees and huge plants with heart shaped leaves. Graham was also on the hill, sitting on the giant white tiger.
"It's been a long time since our army stepped onto this land," said Graham.
"We are not here to take a piece of the fallen kingdom of Beluvia. Our current army is not enough to defend it," said Rhys, then a smile appeared on his face. "But it will be another story once Otto's army returns. If what I think about Murken is right, then we will get a large piece of territory without shedding blood. Lead the cavalry, and charge when the gate is open."
His wings appeared, then he flew up toward the sky.
Graham stared at the young man."Who would have thought that a man his age wearing white armor could change the fate of this world?"
