It was early morning in Dragon Clouds City. A two-wheeled carriage drove across a chaotic street, skillfully shuttling around.
As the carriage advanced, the cries of resentment outside the window grew lesser.
In the coach, Marquis Shiles turned around and looked at the silent Thales.
The marquis shook his head silently in his heart.
'After all…'
"Are you okay, Your Highness?" the marquis from Camus tentatively asked.
As though he felt something, Thales raised his head and glanced at Shiles absent-mindedly.
By the side, Little Rascal felt that something was amiss in the atmosphere and she secretly inhaled.
Under the subtle gaze of the marquis, Thales sighed after a long while.
"Yes.
"Just a little tired."
Shiles gripped his staff with a solemn expression on his face.
"What are your plans, Your Highness?"
