"This is my castle."
"It looks more like a large winery—uh, no offense intended."
Sherry looked at the stone structure ahead, swallowing the urge to complain and forcing herself to praise it. "It's… quite unique. Yes, a castle with artistic flair. I like it."
"Yeah. It was remodeled from a big winery."
Phield waved his hand indifferently.
The two rode forward side by side, hooves splashing mud from the soggy dirt road with every step. Though they were technically riding together, Phield kept a considerable distance from Sherry—not out of courtesy, but simply because she smelled far too terrible.
Behind them, the cavalry were shrouded in black cloaks, silently forming two neat lines. The moment they entered the territory's boundary, the leader, Kai, raised a hand in signal, and the cavalry veered off in another direction.
"Wow~ Look at those knights. They're no worse than the Gassina family's cavalry."
