On the rugged road, a carriage slowly approached.
Bastin held the reins, controlling the carriage's direction while constantly paying attention to his surroundings.
This place was too close to the front line; they could encounter soldiers from Kolon or Gando at any moment.
Although he was a citizen of the Gando Kingdom, these bloodthirsty soldiers might not care.
No! Compared to the strict military discipline of the Kolon people, Gando's soldiers are more like bandits—greedy, rapacious rogues.
"Father." A young girl rubbed her eyes and poked her head out from the carriage. "How much longer?"
"Soon." Bastin looked fondly at his daughter. "Once we arrive in the city and meet your aunt, we'll rest a bit, then continue toward the Royal Capital."
"This place is too close to the front line; the Kolon people could breach it at any moment."
"Mm," the girl nodded. "Is Auntie coming with us?"
