Epilogue – Hebaron’s POV
In just a few weeks, the weather has inadvertently turned warm. Hebaron sighed deeply as he sat by the break room window and gazed at the field where the bright sunlight was shining down. The wind was still cold, but the sunlight was already glowing so vividly. The season of water has finally arrived.
As visitors increased, Anatol became more vibrant than ever. Merchants from the southern continent entered the port with all sorts of rare goods, and merchants from the western continent began to flock in Anatol to buy the goods they brought. However, the brimming prosperity seemed to be missing in Calypse Castle. The atmosphere in the castle had heavily plummeted over the past few weeks.
“What are you doing, not preparing yet?”
Hebaron, who was immersed in his own thoughts, turned his head. Uslin Rikaido was coming down the stairs already dressed flawlessly in his armor. He looked skeptically up and down at his dark blue cloak that was spotless, his armor was always immaculately shiny, as if revealing his peevish and prim attitude, and his coat was always as clean as if it was new. Hebaron’s eyes narrowed, in suspicion that if the maidens would be swayed by his clean-cut face and in turn, he would be discriminated against.
Uslin shot him a glare and frowned. “Hey, didn’t you hear me tell you to get ready?”
Hebaron rose from his seat and mumbled in an annoyed manner. Just in time, Lombardo and Gabel Laxion opened the door and stepped inside.
“Sir Nirta, Lady Calypse says she is ready to go.”
“Already?”
He looked out the window toward the castle gates and frowned. Two wagons full of luggage were already lined up. Looking at it, he realized that that person was really leaving that place. He blinked uncomprehendingly and Uslin roared at him as if his patience had run out.
“Are you going to make Lady Calypse wait? If you don’t intend to go, then just stay here.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll get ready and come down soon.”
He grunted and went up the stairs at a nimble pace that didn’t suit his sheer size. He snorted at Uslin’s unusual attitude which blew him away. Who would have known that there would be a change in his stance? Hebaron, who wore armor with swift skill, smiled bitterly. Not that he didn’t understand his change, he also came to like the little lady very much. What was more, hadn’t Uslin personally first handedly witnessed the horrendously unfortunate incident while accompanying her to Castle Croix? It must have been heart-wrenching.
Not only him, Elliott was also quite shocked, and at the time of the declaration of war against the Duke of Croix, he was more fiercely in favor of war than anyone else. He hadn’t heard a detailed explanation of what happened, but based on their reaction, it must have been pretty harsh. Suddenly, he couldn’t stand the inner anger he was holding and slammed his cloak to the ground.
Croix, when he thought of that dog-like bastard, a thousand ignitions arose from within. He aggressively swept his hair back. His heart sank when the expressionless face of their commander came to his mind. He sat back in the chair and heaved a long sigh. When he heard that Lady Calypse had decided to go to the World Tower, he thought the commander would never allow it. However, breaking everyone’s expectations, the lord allowed her to leave. Not only that, he began to faithfully fulfill the duties of the knight commander and his duties as a lord, which he had neglected for a while. At first glance, everything seemed to have found its place. However, Hebaron couldn’t help being anxious at Riftan’s abnormally calm appearance. The commander had always had an unpredictable reaction when it came to Maximilian Calypse.
