"Kevin, the third son? That tag-along?"
Ed frowned.
'The weak-willed third son from the farmer's story, the one with no mind of his own who just trailed after his older brother... he has the nerve to visit a besieging army all by himself?'
It just didn't make sense.
An intrigued smile played on Raylo's lips.
"Let him approach."
He sat back down by the bonfire. Beside him, Baofeng seemed to sense its master's intent and slowly opened its eyes. Its vertical pupils, like two drawn swords, locked onto the lone figure approaching in the distance.
A moment later, Kevin Donne stepped into the firelight.
He looked to be in his early twenties, with a slender build. He wore a well-tailored, dark blue set of aristocratic clothing, his golden hair combed immaculately.
His face showed none of the cowardice the farmer had described, nor any fear at the sight of the besieging army. Instead, he possessed an unhurried, calm composure.
