In mid-June, the Spinor Earl's Domain was bathed in midday sunlight pouring into the forest. The air felt as if it had been boiled, so hot it was suffocating.
A light cavalry squad of ten struggled to traverse the forest, their horse hooves barely making a sound as they stepped on the thick layer of fallen leaves.
Leading the cavalry was Clark, captain of the Cold Crow City Citizen Cavalry, a native "Spinor Person."
At this moment, he was cautiously scanning his surroundings, tightly clutching the rifle that glowed eerily in the dappled shadows.
It was the Campbell Duchy's latest issued weapon—the Roxey 1054 bolt-action rifle.
For citizen cavalry accustomed to long spears and crossbows, this fire-spitting stick was both expensive and precious, but it was said that just pulling the trigger could penetrate a werewolf's skull from two hundred meters away.
He really liked this thing.
Ever since he got it, he carried it on his back every day.
