Anyone could see that the defeat of Marquis Golden Rock was inevitable now.
This much-anticipated war was already without suspense.
...
In the month of Summer Crescent, the sun was blazing hot, and the heat made people restless.
But inside the lord's manor of Golden Rock City, the atmosphere was dense and ice-cold.
Especially in the study of the backyard, the passing servants were walking on eggshells, fearful of angering the Marquis and ending up like the unlucky ones who were executed a few days ago.
In the study.
The atmosphere was somewhat silent.
Casper stood by the window, looking at the haggard face of Marquis Golden Rock, his feelings a mix of complexities.
Two years ago, when he saw Marquis Golden Rock, the man was still vibrant and full of black hair, but now, his face had many more wrinkles, his hair was significantly grayer, and his spirit visibly waned.
A once Legendary Knight reduced to such a state showed how much pressure he'd been under lately.
