The young citizens inside the city either stood on the city wall or hid behind the fence, staring wide-eyed at the army in front of them.
The hot wind lifted the black short cloak, and the fitted black wool-linen blend fabric clung snugly to the body.
The golden glittering gear accessories, although incomprehensible, still exuded a unique metallic exotic charm.
Paired with their upright posture and gait, they appeared so mighty.
Many bold daughters of citizen laborers began tossing flowers to the War Monks, the pink, yellow, and white petals forming a dome in the air.
Beneath this dome, Horn led his warhorse Grape, and slowly walked over to Jeanne.
Horn's dappled horse Grape and Jeanne's black horse Carrot were half-brothers, always finding each other disagreeable.
Upon meeting, they both tilted their heads away, glaring at each other with disdain.
"Brother, how did I do this time? Huh? Pretty awesome, right?"
