When Thales returned on horseback, Heroic Spirit Palace had already finished its preparations. From the First Gatehouse to the avenue in front of the palace gate, everything was swept and looked as good as new. The scale armor of the personal guards and soldiers also looked like uniforms as they stood guard in formation—this was probably the limit for these Northlanders who were used to brutish and crude mannerisms.
The second prince, who had a lot on his mind, carried the black horse, Jennie's reigns carefully. With a stiff expression, he faced Putray, whom he had not met in a while, and said, "When you return next time, could you not come back with bad news?"
"I see, so that's how it is." Putray's eyebrows twitched. He narrowed his eyes and revealed a strange expression. "The young Roknee proposing to the Archduchess to strengthen the stability of Dragon Clouds City is actually bad news to you, Your Highness?"
'Huh?'
