Under the night sky, a mixed squad of light infantry, low-ranking knights, and Battle Mages hurried through a nearby intersection. Strict military discipline kept the unit utterly silent, leaving only the sound of military boots striking the ground in the darkness. The light from Magic Crystal Street Lamps shone along the edges of the soldiers' helmets, leaving occasional flashes of brightness, while the short staffs and magic orbs worn by the Battle Mages protruded from beneath their clothing, glimmering with mysterious light in the dark.
This was not some secret operation. They were merely part of Alderan's recently added night patrols.
On the second floor of a large house near the edge of the wealthy district, someone had drawn the curtains open by a narrow crack. A pair of bright eyes watched the activity on the street from behind them.
Mary stood behind the window and observed for a while before turning back to her mentor, who was not far behind her. "Mentor, another patrol unit just passed by outside—this time, there were four Battle Mages and two knights, along with twelve soldiers carrying enchanted equipment."
"They're from the royal Knight Order, a standard mixed combat squad..." Daniel sat on a sofa nearby, leaning against one armrest with one hand supporting his temple. A magic book floated before him, turning its pages soundlessly on its own. The old mage's voice was steady and imposing, calming Mary's slightly nervous mood. "Which direction did they go?"
Mary recalled it, then compared the directions in her mind before answering, "It seemed to be toward Oak Street in the western district."
"That's where St. Yolem God of War Church is..." Daniel thought for a moment and nodded. "Perfectly normal."
"Mentor, there have been more and more patrols at night lately," Mary said uneasily. "Is