On a windy day, we finally reached the village of Blackswamp. The unmelted snow on the hills to the east of Blackswamp provided a beautiful view from a distance. Blackswamp looked more like a town than a village. Though not well-maintained, it had walls surrounding it and its roads were paved with stones, albeit quite neglected. In fact, the biggest problem in the village was its neglect and humid environment.
When we entered the village, the guards bowed respectfully, and I got out of the carriage.
"Is there a problem, Your Excellency?" asked Alexis, the captain of the cavalry unit.
"No" I said and mounted my special royal horse.
I had gotten off the carriage because I wanted to see the village up close, but the unbearable smell of the village made me regret it for a moment. The rebellion had actually already been suppressed in Blackswamp and security had been established in the village, at least according to the reports I had read...
