"Loyalty! Honor!"
On either side of the red carpet, army boots with copper-plated spurs slammed together with a roar.
Crossed long halberds drew silver arcs in the air, and the sound of iron armor clattered as it came to a halt, startling the drowsy crows perched on the battlements.
Moliat dismounted with a rare smile on her face, her cloak of black silk lined with scarlet fluttering.
She wore a fitted navy-blue knee-length jacket with her white long hair casually tied up, revealing a pristine neck.
As time went by, Moliat increasingly did not mind showing her face.
Looking at rows of dozens of soldiers donned in neat armor uniforms, Moliat displayed a satisfied smile.
However, when she saw the City Guard in a rabbit fur coat hastening obsequiously towards her, the genuine smile on her face swiftly transformed into a more insincere one.
The City Guard inexplicably felt a chill sweep over him, tightening his heart inexplicably.
