Their destination? The most famous beast trader in the entire capital—Eldrun Beastmark. Though few had seen him in person, his name was well-known among nobles. It was said he had contracts with everything from elemental wyverns to shadow hounds. His shop was not for commoners, and only those with high status or rare qualifications could even enter.
Unlike the usual merchant areas, the shop was hidden between two noble districts, protected by a large, warded gate. Strange runes carved into the iron shimmered faintly with mana.
As they approached, Roman glanced sideways at Fenric. "Your Highness… what are we doing here?"
Fenric gave a small smile. "Getting a beast."
Roman paused, then asked, "…When did you receive a blessing?"
It was widely known in the palace that Fenric, due to his weak body, had never been granted a proper blessing. The idea that he could now tame a beast strong enough to match royal standards genuinely surprised Roman.
