The next morning, the courtyard of the Armand estate was bustling with activity.
Francesca and Garius sat quietly at the center table, enjoying breakfast beneath the gentle glow of the morning sun. The air was thick with the aroma of warm bread, roasted meat, and freshly brewed tea.
Several household maids moved with precision, serving dishes and pouring drinks—all under the watchful eyes of Erinnette and Alf, who stood silently nearby, overseeing everything.
In the open yard, two mounted squads—Marcellus's and Cedric's—had already lined up.
Each unit boasted 100 members—a mix of mages and paladins, including some of Cedric's elite personal guard reassigned to assist Marcellus.
Their polished armor gleamed in the sunlight, warhorses fully geared and standing tall, ready for departure.
Just then, Marcellus and Cedric stepped into the courtyard—freshly showered, dressed in formal travel uniforms that bore the Armand family insignia. Their presence was sharp, commanding.
