The night was deep, and the lights of Baron Devor's estate were dimly lit, with moonlight crawling all over the dark green fence walls.
Frey, having fooled around the whole day outside, jumped off the carriage, full of excitement as he rushed through the family gate, the floor resounding with the triumphant thuds of his boots.
Just today during daylight, he witnessed a genuine knight duel at the largest and most luxurious arena in the Holy City!
He was thrilled, impatiently eager to tell his father, and used the opportunity to pester him into acquiring a genuine warhorse—a horse worthy of the heir to the Devor baron family's legacy!
Although Little Devor often showed a smelly face in front of his mischievous friends, arrogantly expressing his disdain for the knight title, his father was different from those fellows... He had to make his father feel that the money spent was worthwhile.
