Chapter 59: The Mourning Wretch
Swoosh!
It didn’t take long before we left the mountain range, and at the foot of the mountain were hundreds of people standing on the paved path with anxious eyes.
They must have gathered after the horn had been blown, wondering if Lord Ravus would make an appearance. Not long after, they noticed us flying above them.
I watched as people pointed in our direction while whispering. There was no cheer, just confusion and cautious glances. Clearly, I was not who they expected to see—but I paid them no heed.
When I’m done saving their lives, they will fall on their knees and thank me.
The path to the empire was lonely, filled with farmlands, paved roads, and occasional wooden tents here and there. Soon, I reached the towering stone walls manned by soldiers dressed in golden and red armor.
They were armed with bows and arrows but nothing more than that. For an empire, I expected their walls to be well fortified—but since it led to my castle, I assumed this was their way of showing they meant no hostility toward Lord Ravus.
Swoosh!
"Beautiful city," I muttered.
The city layout was well-planned, with wide and clean roads. The empire’s old conduit line drew clean water from a river coming from the far west, allowing fresh water to be available in every household.
This explained why the place was so clean.