Roland instinctively tensed upon feeling the pressure emanating from the Duke—a pressure that, while subtle, was every bit as imposing as Graham's.
But Duke Anno did not simply exchange pleasantries and depart like the other nobles.
He turned his horse around. Under his control, the powerful warhorse was as docile as a housecat.
"Since we have met by fortunate chance, allow me to personally escort you into the Royal Capital,"
he declared in a resonant voice, his smile as warm as ever.
"It will also give you a chance to experience the grandeur and warmth of our Golden Valley Kingdom's heartland."
His proposal was one that could not be refused. No one could decline a personal escort from a Duke of his standing.
And so, the study tour group, accompanied by Duke Anno and his elite Guard Team, set off once more, heading toward the gray behemoth that stood on the horizon.
The closer they drew to the Royal Capital, the more they could feel the city's immense presence.
