Once they reached the smooth and bright mountain path, their progress noticeably increased.
When they could already make out the Viscount's residence, Annan suddenly heard a rustling noise from the nearby woods.
"——Your Majesty."
A deep and extremely soft voice emerged, muffled from beneath Zorgen's scarf.
He stepped forward to stand in front of Annan and gestured for him to hold onto one of his scarves.
Zorgen was wrapped in eight dark grey wool scarves, wound from his forehead down to his shoulders. The scarves of varying lengths hung around his body.
Beyond his silver-grey eyes, not an inch of skin was exposed. He was wrapped tighter than Tuan Zang; he could lie in a coffin and pass for a mummy.
After he stopped Annan, Zoya didn't leave but gestured to the players to check out the situation.
She herself looked intently at the Viscount, not concealing her suspicion and alertness.
The three exchanged glances and, without hesitation, followed the sound.
