Three days later.
Silver-Valley. North-Western Mountain Ranges of the Lunar Kingdom.
"I don't have a really good feeling about this," A blonde holy knight wearing black armour over a long dark shawl with an emblem of violet moon was standing beside the carriage, not far from the hillside stairs that led into the depths of clouds.
He whispered, and the knight beside him nodded. They were two carriages away from Violet's, and Ferrey just looked at them without alerting.
"I hear he's not that strong," another knight beside the blonde spoke.
"Emenant is strong, he's as strong as we are, but I don't…like his attitude," the blonde replied.
They were standing on the hillside of the jungles that aligned with the palace of Perpetual Rain, on the south side of Silver Valley, and all of them were waiting for Ymir Celestie of Lunar.
At the back of the fleet were five carriages in red, the tower master of Burnhum.
