Chapter 140
The sound of hooves echoed sharply against the polished stone roads of the city.
Clip-clop! Clip-clop! Clip-clop!
A chorus of powerful snorts followed, punctuating the rhythm of eight galloping horses. Their muscles rippled with strength, their glossy coats gleaming in the faint light. These were no ordinary horses—they were purebred war steeds, bred for battle yet harnessed to pull a sleek black carriage. The carriage itself, understated in its elegance, was adorned with subtle, muted silver details, exuding an aura of power rather than ostentation.
However, as the onlookers’ gazes fell on the crest fluttering proudly on the flag above the carriage, any sense of incongruity dissipated.
『Overpalace』
A carriage drawn by eight horses was typically a privilege reserved for nobility or royalty. In any other city, such a display might have provoked ire or jealousy from local rulers. Here, however, the city guards stepped aside without hesitation, even going so far as to redirect traffic to ensure the carriage’s unobstructed path. Some citizens turned away out of fear, while others bowed in reverence, whispering words of respect. Overpalace inspired awe and submission in equal measure.
Inside the luxurious carriage, a user named Seong sat in silence, visibly uncomfortable.
“Hmmm...”
He let out a soft hum, his masked face betraying no emotions, but inwardly he felt utterly exposed. Riding into the city in such a grand fashion wasn’t what he had in mind. The carriage, the horses, the banners—it all felt like too much. Despite his outward composure, Seong’s mind raced with thoughts of embarrassment.
“Allow me to formally introduce myself once again! I am Belmor Arcadius, branch manager of the Overpalace Pentragrid Division!” The man seated across from him bowed deeply, his voice brimming with reverence.
“Understood, Arcadius,” Seong replied politely.
“H-Huh?!”