Leading the equally listless horses, Leon and his companions once again set foot on Kantadar soil.
Glancing at the majestic large ships in the distance, his gaze had been consistently drawn to those black-sailed giants ever since before they landed.
Compared to the few oddly shaped large ships moored in the port, the Orland merchant ship that carried Leon and his two companions seemed nothing more than a shabby little tub.
The big ships bore black flags with a golden one-eyed pattern at their center.
But even when asking Azeryan, the usually knowledgeable noble's son, about the meaning of the black and gold flag, he shook his head cluelessly.
He didn't know what country the emblem on the flag represented.
It was certainly not the style of Kantadar.
After surveying from a distance for a long time, Leon withdrew his gaze.
