Outside the Royal Capital's northern gate.
While dawn was still barely breaking that day, Tier, draped in a black robe, slowly appeared there and walked ahead.
However, she stopped before she had gone far.
Because someone appeared before her.
"Finally."
Still clad in the armor of a royal guard knight, a longsword hanging at his waist, an old man who looked to be in his sixties emerged from the darkness and came before Tier.
"I thought you didn't want to come with me after all."
Warren spoke in a flippant tone.
Tier ignored him and merely walked forward slowly.
Seeing that, Warren gave a cold laugh.
"Looks like you already said your goodbyes." Warren spoke as though he did not care. "You didn't tell Shien Poztut about our business, did you?"
Earlier, when Warren had been preparing to take Tier away, she claimed that she needed to go back first and see the people around her one last time.
Warren had not wanted to agree, but Tier refused to accept his threats. Neither soft nor hard tactics worked on her, and she looked determined to return no matter what. Since Warren did not dare lay a hand on her, he had no way to deal with her.
Helpless, Warren could only agree, but he told Tier that she could not reveal either his existence or the fact that she was leaving to anyone.
Tier agreed.
That was why Warren asked.
But who would have thought?
"I didn't mention this to anyone." Tier spoke indifferently. "Except Shien."
The cold smile on Warren's face froze.
"You... you told Shien Poztut about this?"
Warren immediately flew into a rage.
Tier remained unmoved.
That was only natural.
"First, let me thank you for telling me something so important." Tier spoke without emotion. "However, there