A few guards instinctively wanted to block the way, but after meeting the sharp gazes of Plunkett and others, they all stopped their actions.
However, they still felt uneasy, so they discreetly sheathed their sabers and silently followed Arthur.
Arthur strode steadily through the back corridor, the soles of his leather shoes making a crisp yet steady sound on the marble floor. The corridor lamps stretched his shadow long, with Plunkett and several old soldiers of the 95th Regiment flanking his sides, while the guards in the backyard followed closely behind them.
Conroy watched him walk from the backyard to the foyer, the crisp footsteps suddenly came to a halt.
Immediately following, Arthur planted his cane firmly on the ground, both hands overlapping atop the silver eagle head.
