Armand Region.
Northern Border Wall
High atop the battlements, an Armand elite guard squinted into the distance, watching as a group approached from the far road.
"Hm? Isn't that…?" He frowned, reaching for his binoculars and raising them to his eyes.
He tapped the mana talkie in his ear. "Post, post… this is Rejum here."
A faint crackle, then a response: "What is it now, Rejum?"
Rejum kept his eyes on the group. "Do we have any message from the estate, or any word that royal officers from the capital are coming?"
"Huh? No… hang on. I'll double-check with the estate."
"Alright… so, what should we do? Because… umm… Young Master's knights are already aiming their mana rifles."
"Ah… damn. I'll notify the captain right away. Just hold position and don't make any sudden moves."
Rejum lowered the binoculars, watching as the group drew closer.
He tapped his mana talkie again, voice cautious. "Umm… post?"
A moment later, the reply crackled in his ear.
