Before the benefits of industrial civilization had spread to thousands of households, very few people enjoyed the long and cold winter.
Winter in Sussex wasn't too cold, but it was extremely damp.
The fog that blanketed the entire season discouraged many from going out.
At noon, a carriage left the Earl's Mansion, headed for the Imperial Knight Order's headquarters.
Inside the carriage, Roland and the fully armed White Rose Knight sat facing each other, silently.
Three action plans have been formulated, all capable of dealing with any situation.
With clear and transparent intelligence, coupled with meticulously designed hunting traps, they indeed no longer needed to discuss.
The White Rose Knight's masked armor lay beside him, his eyes slightly closed, calm as water, preparing for the upcoming battle.
Roland wasn't nervous.
But he could understand Count Sif's feeling as if facing a formidable enemy.
