That night, Velin opened his eyes, took his Knight Sword in hand, and went to the window to observe the situation outside through a gap.
Within his field of view, a group of people fought beneath the cover of darkness.
Warriors in black armor closed in from both ends of the street, surrounding a group of black-clad fighters.
Farther back, four knights in blue armor, with flowers engraved on their breastplates and longswords at their waists, stood guard around a middle-aged mage.
The mage operated a magical device in his hands, forming a barrier around the area to keep the fighting from destroying the neighborhood.
"My lord."
Kyle pushed the door open and entered, coming to Velin's side with Gray and Blue behind him.
Before long, the red dragon Seraphina ran into Velin's room in loose, disheveled clothes.
Seeing this, Blue stepped forward to straighten the clothes of the busty, brainless dragon.
Last was Silver Dragon Aljettah, who remained oblivious and sound asleep, utterly undisturbed by the fighting outside.
"Those black-clad fighters don't look like cultists. They seem more like well-trained warriors, and their fighting techniques are identical to those of the armored soldiers," Velin said, pointing at the fighters before turning to ask the others.
Kyle nodded at his words. "The current grand duke of the Nitz Duchy intends to retire behind the scenes. His descendants are bound to fight over the succession. This battle is probably no more than a trivial incident."
Velin had never expected to encounter infighting between the heirs on his very first night in the Nitz Duchy's Royal Capital.
Limbs were severed and blood splashed everywhere. For the interests of those above them, those below had to pay with their blood and lives.
The battle lasted only half an hour. More than thirty black-clad