"Isn''t that the Emperor''s g?"


    The young man, observing the group moving on the rocky mountain, squinted his eyes and muttered as he saw it.


    At the young man''s words, a man wrapped in yellow cloth moved silently like a shadow, looked down, paused, and then turned toward the young man andy down.


    Although he couldn''t see it clearly, he could definitely make out the red cloak adorned with the symbol of the Hardion Imperial Family. A boy wearing the imperial mantle and carrying the emperor''s g...


    "Oh, really. That''s quite something," the young man muttered as he realized that Carl was a member of the royal family.


    But after seeing Carl leading only two cavalrymen from the group of cavalry that had stopped while hiding in the rocky mountains and riding towards the camp of Tumaria, he couldn''t even bring himself to say anything.


    … … He''s crazy!


    "Going down."


    The young man spoke urgently and jumped down from the tall, rough rocky mountain.


    Without even thinking about slowing down by stepping on the ground, he just threw himself forward with all his might. If this continued, he would fall to the ground, his body would be torn to pieces, and a handful of blood would form.


    Bam!


    But soon, the man wrapped in yellow cloth appeared below the young man.


    The man carefully took the young man by the back, then felt his master grab his shoulder and pulled hard.


    Wedge!


    The two figures elerated at an explosive speed, then blurred and fell like meteors, reaching the ground in an instant.


    Woosh….


    Just before they crashed into the ground at incredible speed, the man moved his hand as if grabbing the sky, and their speed suddenly decreased. The only sound they made when theynded was the sound of light footsteps.


    The young man jumped up and ran hard, stepping on the man''s back, and the man followed him silently.


    The young man stopped when Carl, the imperial boy holding the Emperor''s g, stopped in front of them with his chin held high.


    At some point, Catherine took out a spear and swung it around like a lightning bolt.


    Tidding… … .


    A high-pitched, clear sound. Thin wires coated to prevent light from reflecting off them snapped, and the man wrapped in yellow cloth retrieved them by shaking his hands.


    "… … ."


    "… … ."


    Carl and the young man''s eyes met each other.


    Catherine and the man in yellow cloth watched each other silently, while Billford stepped back slightly to the side with his spear raised, preparing to dig into the nk.


    Carl let go of the reins and slowly raised his left hand.


    Davron''s cavalry, who had been running hastily at the sight of the steel gauntlets clenched in their fists, slowed down and circled slowly in ce. They were ready to charge at any moment.


    "You block the road even after seeing the Emperor''s g. Your courage is truly admirable."


    "I must say that your courage is truly admirable, running to the brave warriors of Tumari with just three of you."


    The young man spoke while carrying his luggage on his back, in response to Carl''s words. As he picked up the backpack, the man in the yellow robe nodded and slid backwards. Carl also nodded slowly, and Catherine and Billford stepped back slightly, their weapons hanging down.


    A fierce wind blew through the wilderness, catching the sand and carrying it as it passed between them.


    ''He''s younger than I thought. But he''s a guy I can''t let my guard down around.''


    The young man evaluated Carl, who looked down at him like a stone statue.


    ''This is unusual. He is definitely not an ordinary guy.'' Carl thought the same thing about the young man.


    "Abigail''s Yusuf Hao."


    "Carlio of Felt."


    After hearing each other''s introductions, both of them thought the same thing.


    ''That sinister guy.''


    If you just say the Abigail n in Tumari, there''s no way to know who''s who.


    The Abigail n is spread throughout all of Tumari, and the Abigail n includes everyone from the lowly ve to the noble Padishah.


    Yusuf didn''t seem to be a ve, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what kind of person he was.


    Felt, who Carl introduced himself as, was also like that.


    Judging from the imperial mantle and the imperial banner, it was clear that Carl was of royal blood.


    However, he introduced himself using a different surname than Hardion.


    Feltrani, that''s a family Yusuf had never heard of. He had no idea what they did.


    "Karl Felt. I am impressed by your courage, and I have a suggestion for you." Yusuf said, hiding his true feelings.


    "Speak. I am listening."


    Carl answered in an ambiguous manner, neither whining nor polite. Since he came here to express his regrets, it was difficult to hold back, but there was no reason to act cowardly when the other person made the first offer.


    Yusuf''s eyes lit up at that exquisite attitude.


    ''Prince Aric… isn''t that right?''


    Compared to Aric, Carl was too young and even introduced himself as ''Carl of Feld''.


    Yet, Carl was so confident and experienced that Yusuf suddenly thought that Carl was a balos who was running the state affairs on behalf of Emperor Azgoth.


    "I don''t want to shed blood over this trivial matter. It seems you are the same, don''t you think?"


    "It''s true that I don''t want war. But Tumari''s reaction seems different from mine."


    "Didn''t the spark of this minor probleme from Hardion?"


    "Wasn''t it Tumari who stopped the efforts to put out the embers before they grew bigger?"


    Both sides had their reasons, and they were skillfully blocking attacks so as not to show any openings.


    If they continued like this, it would be just parallel lines. Carl looked deep into Yusuf''s eyes.


    Yusuf also looked into Carl''s clear, shining eyes. Sometimes a look can say more than a thousand words.


    The two of them knew that it was true that neither of them wanted war and that the other was a dangerous man who could do anything.


    But they approached cautiously and were convinced that it was worth joining hands just once.


    "Yusuf of Abigail, I would like to hear the full story. But you will be held responsible for your words."


    Yusuf made the first offer, and Carl epted it. But it was unclear whether Yusuf, amon Abigail n member, could take responsibility for this uneasy alliance.


    "Of course, I am not someone who would do something I cannot take responsibility for."


    Carl felt confident as Yusuf spoke confidently.


    ''This guy is definitely a high-ranking noble.''


    If so, that''s better. Rather than someone who can''t do anything stepping forward and saying he will take responsibility. Carl got off his horse.


    This showed that he acknowledged Yusuf.


    ''… … What the heck, isn''t he really a child?''


    Yusuf was surprised to see that Carl was much smaller than he had expected.


    But soon, he pulled himself together and focused on making sure that the pping of this little butterfly''s wings wouldn''t turn into a storm.


    Age is no reason to look down on someone.


    No, since the kid was so extraordinary, they had to be even more vignt when thinking about the future. …


    … He is a very dangerous guy.