Swoosh!
My angelic wings flapped majestically as I flew over the towering castle walls, looking down at a group of about 30 to 50 people approaching. Most of them were soldiers armed with swords and shields, while the group behind was made up of peasants carrying fruits of various kinds and a black pot with a paper talisman placed on its lid.
At the center of the group was a golden palanquin, carried by eight guards dressed in light leather armor, but without weapons.
My appearance drew their attention and the soldiers reached for their weapons, but none was bold enough to grab their swords, let alone unsheath them.
"Wise choice," I said with cold eyes.
According to Lord Ravus's diary, they came to him without weapons and lowered themselves in submission. Yet, everyone here was armed to the teeth.
