Demon Lord Calendar, Year 648. May 19th, morning. Facing the thin mist, Viola walked down the gangway. She looked at the still bustling harbor and sighed with some emotion.
If not for the war, this harbor would probably be even more prosperous and lively, wouldn't it?
“Your Highness, be careful. It seems we are being watched.”
Shelly quickened her pace by two steps to shield Viola's side, her fingers resting on her sword hilt, ready to deal with any danger at a moment's notice. The Captain of the Royal Guard, Zola, had been assigned to remain in the Leon Territory to continue her work.
Those responsible for protecting Viola were all elites specially selected from the Royal Guards.
“Shelly, you're too nervous. But it's true, several gazes are fixed on Her Highness.”
The cloaked Hill appeared on her left. As an army scout and a perceptive Elf, Hill was extremely sensitive to being watched. The fact that Princess Viola was coming to Sailing Harbor was neither concealed nor widely publicized.