Weir stood in front of the bronze mirror, rare as he tidied up his collar.
Today, he wasn't wearing his usual silver-white knight armor, but instead wore one of his few sets of casual clothes.
Gray-blue trousers, black leather boots with silver buckles, and a dark cloak draped over.
He looked both spirited and a bit... as his mother would say, "dressed like a southern bumpkin nobility."
At fifteen, he was already the youngest high-tier elite knight in Red Tide Territory, having served as Louis's personal guard for three years.
This status made him quite significant within various corps, yet last night he asked his lord for a day's leave for the first time.
He muttered vaguely, while Louis just gave a knowing smile and directly approved.
At the door, his mother was carrying a basket, donning a cloak as she reminded him, "I'm going to the fish farm to help with fish slaughtering today, won't be home for lunch. You'll have to manage yourself."
