The garden in the magnificent castle located north of the capital was barren. The trees were barely maintained and looked more like a wilderness that had been pulled by magic and dropped there. However, the people seemed so lively and there was a lot of laughter. Some of the workers, who seemed to be new, held garden tools awkwardly. Occasionally the man would turn his head left and right to make sure who was watching and start moving stiffly.
The knights, who seemed to have just finished training, walked on the path that had been poured with gravel to minimize the growth of weeds. They looked muscular and occasionally teased each other.
On the third floor of the residence, there stood a man with moon-shaped glasses with a string looped all the way to the back of his head. In his hand was a stack of papers and he finally grunted before turning back.
