With widened eyes and unstable breath, the guard gazed at the figures properly. And the pressure that'd weighed down on him like gravity itself suddenly alleviated, like it was naught but his imagination.
A young, blue-haired man, with calm blue eyes and a small smile on his lips, sat with crossed legs in the carriage, gazing at him.
Although the clothes he wore were rough and undignified, they did little to suffocate the prestige that radiated off of him.
A noble, the guard judged.
The other was masked, but his red eyes were, without a doubt, the most dangerous thing in that room.
The black masked man was dressed in an all-black outfit, a black robe. And he sat with crossed arms, gazing at the guard.
A fierce mage, probably above 6th-circle, the guard judged.
And then, in the middle of these wolves, a young lady sat calmly, smiling at the guard.
He blinked. She had beautiful blue eyes that contrasted with her blond hair.
The Count's daughter.
