There was the sound of horses galloping behind Thales. He had complicated emotions in his heart as he listened to Wya's complaints and watched the group from Black Sand Region leave into the distance.
The vigilant Wya and the others instinctively blocked the prince from view, but Thales, who had long since expected this, sighed and calmly turned around.
'They sure arrived quickly, and in a hasty manner to boot.'
While the horses neighed in discontentment, the person who arrived got down from his mount. Accompanied by his attendants, he moved through his team of personal guards to walk towards Thales with a stiff expression. By the side, Lord Justin greeted him respectfully.
It was Count Lisban.
The aged but still spirited regent of Dragon Clouds City stood in front of Thales. His expression never changed from the moment he arrived.
