"Alright!" The young Mage agreed immediately, without a hint of hesitation.
Fafnir flashed a sly smile at the corners of her eyes.
The plan is on track!
The sound of horns echoed as the citizens lined up in two rows, cheering with all their might for the departure of the Knight Team. Their king was about to lead the 12 Knights and the Sage to defeat the Demon King and return in triumph.
Stepping out of the farm, gazing in the direction of the Royal Capital in the distance, the city walls had been completely stained black with blood, long covered in vines and morning glories. Those plants thrived even more lushly under the nourishment of blood.
Banners fluttered in the wind, as the people bid farewell to the departing Knight Team.
In the sunset, riding an old, skinny horse, Fafnir led the way. She looked toward the Royal Capital, at the Great Light Wheel in the sky like a miracle, and at the heaps of corpses outside the city walls.
