When Durandal and Rita entered, the people nearby whispered among themselves. But they were no longer talking about country bumpkins.
Instead, they treated them as Imperial nobles, afraid of offending either of them.
Durandal in particular was only sixteen. She had become a Valkyrie at the age of ten, meaning she had been one for only six years.
Yet Durandal gave people the impression of a Great General who had fought in countless campaigns. Every natural habit and gesture of hers carried an oppressive presence.
That absolute confidence made it difficult for anyone to see her as a commoner.
Durandal stood on the street, surveyed her surroundings, then spotted a young commoner who looked easy to intimidate and called out to him directly.
"You called for me, my lady?"
The young man looked somewhat frightened after Durandal called him over, but he did not dare resist.
In his eyes, she was undoubtedly an important figure of the Empire.
"I have not visited the Imperial Capital in a long time, so I would like to ask you about a few things. And this... will be your payment!"
Durandal took out a gold coin and gave it a light squeeze... bending it in half before tossing it to him.
"..."
The young man caught the coin and stared at the twisted gold in his hand. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. She was not merely an important figure—she was powerful as well.
Under Durandal's half-threatening behavior, the young man did not dare utter a single lie. He practically wanted to tell her how many moles he had on his body.
Through him, Durandal roughly figured out the time period she was currently in. At this moment... the famous Night Raid had not yet appeared. It had not even been founded.
At present,