That afternoon, equipped with his longsword and shield, Thales left the Blood Court and headed for the training field, accompanied by his guards and attendants.
As he stepped on the floor tiles beneath his feet and strode past stairs, then past every tree and every blade of glass of Heroic Spirit Palace, he stared at the numerous palace guards and the Archduchess' Guards—whom either seemed like statues or had fierce expressions—and at how they conscientiously cleared the road and guarded him on his way.
'These things, these people, this place… and me.'
Thales gritted his teeth gently.
"You Highness, what's going on?"
Thales refocused and stared, puzzled, at Wya. "What about it?"
"Since yesterday, you have been…" The prince's attendant seemed worried. He looked around before saying in a soft voice, "Especially after talking to the people of Black Sand Region."
Thales came to a screeching halt.
