"Master Gapar, why are you in such a hurry?"
Warrior Country, Imperial Capital.
Gapar walked ahead with an exasperated expression, his steps fierce and fast, ignoring the calls from King Banto's attendant sent to assist him.
Or rather, the fact that he didn't disappear without a trace with a single step was already a sign of respect.
"I can't stop worrying about that girl, I'm going to Red to have a look."
Gapar's wide sleeves fluttered up and down with the swing of his arms. It used to look quite dashing, but now it only revealed the owner's impatience.
Ever since he heard from King Banto that his daughter had gone to the frontlines, the Sword Saint had been restless, unable to focus even when studying combat skills, occasionally losing his train of thought.
