The next day.
At the towering main gate of the Dwarven Capital—now under Armand authority—a steady stream of dwarves bustled in and out. Guards patrolled with heightened vigilance, wary of spies and further attacks.
Then, the thunder of Pekko footsteps echoed from afar.
Three figures approached swiftly—mounted on majestic Pekko birds.
The dwarven guards immediately raised their weapons.
"Hold!! State your business!"
The lead guard narrowed his eyes, clearly on edge. His gaze scanned the group—lingering on the imposing beastkin with long twin swords strapped to her back.
Felicia calmly raised her hand, revealing the royal crest of the Beastkin Kingdom.
"I am Felicia Lioness, eldest daughter of King Lioness."
The guards stiffened.
Still, duty came first.
"What business does the beastkin princess have in the newly declared Armand-Dwarven territory?"
Felicia's eye twitched.
"Hmm? Are you raising your voice to me—a princess of the Beastkin Kingdom?"
The guards flinched.
