At night, in the northern suburban hills of Divine Capital, a group of people gathered together.
Calling them people might be a bit of a stretch—they were more like older children. The eldest among them was only seventeen years old, and the youngest just fourteen. Their clothes were plain in style, but the material was anything but ordinary, clearly indicating they were servants from a wealthy household.
However, their current state hardly resembled that of a wealthy family's servants. Their clothes bore multiple tears, evidence of encounters with thorny branches—an utterly disgraceful matter. Moreover, they were covered in dried grass and leaves, something their "masters" would never tolerate.
Clearly, these individuals were what one might call "escaped servants."
