Snow fell thickly from the sky, quickly covering the ground outside the city gates of Fir Territory with a thin white layer. The scattered flakes seemed to be washing away the filth of the old world, adding a touch of novelty to the kingdom.
"Then this is where we part ways, Hainf." Outside the gates of Fir Territory, Brando spoke up. "I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time."
"It's nothing, my lord. I was the one who asked to come along." Hainf smiled indifferently. "I was only out for a change of scenery anyway. I didn't have anything particularly important to do."
He looked toward Qian and Lian and waved at the two sisters. "Qian, Lian, take care of yourselves. I'll visit you in Lantorilan if I get the chance."
"You too, Mr. Hainf." Lian bowed in return. Qian remained expressionless and silent, clutching tightly to the bag filled with dried Dragon Blood Moss.
"Until we meet again, my lord."
"Until we meet again."
Hainf took one last look at Rolint before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Rolint bared his teeth and asked Brando, who was beside him, "Where are you planning to take me, 'esteemed' mage?"
"Your father is Count of Purple Thorn Dexik, the deputy commander of the Southern Legion?" Brando glanced at him and asked.
"That's right."
"Then why did he send you to Tonigell? If I remember correctly, your family has deep ties with the Royalist Faction. Wasn't your father opposed to Princess Griffine's ideals?"
"On one hand, it was for me to study. After all, that count is highly renowned in Eluin. It's foreseeable that, no matter who governs in the future, the upper echelons of Eluin will have a place for the Tonigellians. On the other hand, it was to