I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

The dense fog that had blanketed the city was now gradually thinning. This was partly because the party’s preparations had taken a little longer than expected.

Clip-clop, clip-clop—

As Hashim strode down the middle of the main road, Ian, mounted on Moro, followed alongside the carriage. There were far fewer people on the thoroughfare than usual, and it surely wasn't just because of the fog.

I guess everyone has a rough idea of what this fog means.

Watching the people hurrying somewhere, Ian nodded nonchalantly.

It was still a long time until dawn. Once the fog completely lifted, the Imperials, who had finished their preparations, would surely pour out into the streets.

Neigh...

Moro snorted roughly and shook its head. Its breath was heavier than usual, likely due to the faint chaos mixed in the fog. While it would only cause a vague sense of unease, fear, or heightened emotions in ordinary people, Moro was surely feeling the chaos much more vividly.

"Easy now. There are no enemies," Ian whispered, stroking the horse’s thick mane.

Moro let out a long stream of air as if to catch its breath. Perhaps it just wanted to return to its true form. It had been in its disguised state ever since the Black Wall fell.

Creak.

It was then that the carriage’s side window opened.