This is a very grand palace.
The palace doesn't appear to be splendidly decorated, but whether it's the walls, the floor, or the ceiling, they all exude a metallic texture, making the palace resemble a chalk fortress—majestic and solemn.
A middle-aged knight walks through the corridor of this palace, producing audible footsteps on the floor.
The knight's build isn't considered burly, even somewhat petite, yet his imposing aura is incredibly strong, making one feel as if his slender figure has swelled slightly.
He carries a sword at his waist, and although the sword sheath conceals it, from its style, it appears to be a flame-shaped sword.
The knight rests one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, while lightly swinging the other hand, walking with a powerful stride, like a general about to charge into battle, full of vigor.
It wasn't long before the knight entered a room.
"Here already?"
As soon as the knight stepped into the room, a voice immediately sounded.
