Under first glimmer of light, Nicholas, the Star Killer, lent his arm to support the heavily-injured veteran, Gleeward. They stood in the middle of a ruin in Shield District.
He looked at the approaching people expressionlessly. They were dozens of fully-equipped patrol teams.
"What's wrong?" Gleeward asked the Star Killer impatiently. "They're just patrols."
"It's nothing." Nicholas' sharp gaze scanned the patrols in front of him, his pupils narrowed slightly, "It's just a little strange."
Gleeward frowned. "Strange?"
"Yes, His Majesty's edict," the Star Killer said suspiciously, "Reasonably speaking, apart from the White Blade Guards, all troops are not allowed anywhere near Shield District…"
At this moment, a deep, sonorous male voice came from the crowd of patrols,
"Is that Lord Nicholas?"
