The third day of the Monster Hunt was in full swing, with hunters scattered across the land, each striving to secure their prey with unmatched vigor. It was much like the first day, with all participants diligently collecting their kills. Yet, for Easton, the experience was far from solitary; he was shadowed by an entourage that made his hunt feel more like a royal procession than a personal challenge.
"This is not a group activity, you know?" Easton remarked, his tone laced with annoyance as he glanced at the imperial knights following him with dedicated shadows.
"After what transpired yesterday, Your Imperial Highness—particularly with Prince Izac—we cannot leave you both unattended," one of the guards replied, his voice steady but respectful.
Easton turned to his youngest brother, Ronan, who was trailing quietly behind, a subtle presence amidst the crowd. "And you, Ronan? Why are you also following me like a shadow? Shouldn't you be with His Grace Vyan?"
