The rain was not heavy.
Drizzle.
The entire city was enveloped in a thin mist, like it was wearing a white veil.
Baron Godfrey stood at the entrance of the Royal Palace Hall, carefully brushing off the mud splatters on his cloak of plate armor, a smile unable to be suppressed on his face.
Along the way.
The envious expressions of people upon seeing his magnificent armor made him feel a little elated.
Godfrey was not one to indulge in pleasure or luxury.
The Public Teaching's doctrines never advocated it either, but an armor that boasted amazing defense and freed from the bleak appearance of chain armor, was truly irresistible.
Only I have it, and others do not.
This feeling of satisfaction is akin to wearing a brand-new, very stylish, warm, and comfortable outfit in Losa's original world school during winter, when everyone else had to wear cumbersome blue and white uniforms.
