The sky was gradually blessed by the setting of the sun, illuminating a four-wheel cart bearing the burden of a metal carriage covered in frost, which would be accompanying my companions and me. And by its side was the sapphire crest of Seafrost.
I stood before the carriage, keeping myself as calm as possible to avoid getting worried thoughts.
Behind me, the leader, Milton Von Quadraxis, stood with three guards prepared as knights, pride shimmering in their eyes.
Even though that of the guards might be genuine, I could spend any coin on me to prove that this acting leader of ours was only putting up an act of pretense.
'Wasn't he the one who tried to discourage me? Why put up an act as if he's proud of me? Tch.'
But that's by the way.
"I can see you've decided to take them with you," Milton asked, his voice calm like settled waves.
I looked to my side and recognized what he was talking about.
