Sitting inside the carriage of the court officials, I stared at the gates of the Vahn Castle.
I was waiting for Janus; without him nearby, I'm not Marcus.
Playing with the ring on my index finger, I pondered over the view of the county.
Vahn County was farmland beneath the snow. A beautiful estate with lush forests, frozen streams, and rolling hills.
But now…the snow was trampled from marching armies, broken wagons were left on the roadside, houses were shut close with their window slightly open as villagers peeped from the corners.
No one was going to hurt them. Vahn County is a part of Krell's Dukedom.
Mordrak wouldn't harm the civilians of his own land.
*Click-Thud*
The gate of the carriage opened up, and Janus took a seat in front of me, placing his cane near the wedge.
"Took you long enough," I said.
"I stopped by to pet the cat," he replied.
"…" Sighing, I thought for a while, making up my mind.
