Late at night, Watchtower Castle was ablaze with candlelight.
Placido sat in his study, eyes closed in deep thought. The information Ronin had revealed to him echoed in his mind as he pondered what choice he would make if that situation truly came to pass.
Should he stand by his convictions and risk his family's entire fortune on a battle he was almost certain to lose? Or should he bear the infamy of joining the enemy's camp?
His fingers tapped against the tabletop, a rhythm as restless and anxious as his heart.
He had sent a message to his family members in the Royal Capital, Giant Dragon City, a few days ago. By all rights, a reply should be arriving soon.
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP!
The sudden, urgent sound of hooves shattered his train of thought.
It was already ten o'clock at night. Such a frantic galloping at this hour was unusual.
