The Shepherd's flagship drew countless eyes the moment it arrived at Cold Spring Castle.
On the terraced mountain slopes, the slanted roofs formed an incline.
Under the whimpering of wooden boards and thatched roofs, residents stepped out of their homes, hoarsely greeting and talking to each other.
"The entire dock has been cleared, who could be so grand?"
"What flag is that? Can anyone see clearly?"
"Ah, it's the Sun Gear flag."
"The Great Shepherd is here! It's His Highness Horn the Shepherd!"
In the light morning mist, Cold Spring Town's docks rang with the sound of trumpets and drums, and a red carpet was laid out across the oak boardwalk.
Setting foot on Cold Spring Castle, Horn immediately caught the scent of fresh river fish, the biting odor of tar, and the pine fragrance from the resin-coated wooden planks.
Standing before Cold Spring Town's mayor, the one greeting Horn with a grim face was none other than White Horse Knight Spitroch.
