The burly man was flushed with excitement, his hand trembled slightly on the saber, as if he had just won an epic victory and was standing on stage awaiting his decoration.
The Prince was busy and did not linger here.
The gentleman nodded to the guard beside him, then turned and left with the dragon hatchling in his arms.
Watching the gentleman leave, Laman felt a surge of pride in his heart, pushing the lever to the point of smoking during the upcoming training.
Although he did not serve the Grand Duke on the battlefield, did not carve out a forest with the rifle in his hand, yet as a minor figure, he could stand here and show the Prince of Ryan Kingdom the courage of the Campbell people...
He thought, surely he had helped the Grand Duke somehow.
...
Ryan Kingdom's royal capital, Roland City.
A city without sea breezes nor harbor, only a wide Rushing River winding past its edge.
