The former King's expression was serene, the twilight's halo adding a touch of sanctity to him.
"My era has passed; the new wheel will eventually roll over the old footprints. Sir Godfrey, do not grieve for me; this has long been the release I've yearned for."
Godfrey said dazedly, "Your Majesty..."
"Call me Baldwin."
"As an old friend of many years, I only implore you, in this difficult time for Losa to extricate himself, not to hinder my departure."
Baldwin slowly removed his coverall embroidered with the white and gold Cross Badge, smiling as he tapped the simple chest armor underneath—clearly a product of the "Losa Arsenal."
This rudimentary chest armor, composed only of two iron plates, had become popular quickly upon its release by Losa's blacksmith workshop, valued for its affordability and ease of maintenance, with an annual output of even reaching eight thousand pieces.
