"Wait, I am the chief Knight of Countess Marika! You cannot..."
Before the Knight in the white embroidered robe could finish, a bolt of lightning struck him squarely on the forehead.
The electricity roasted his brain along the forehead and entered the ground through his spine, making the hairs of a few passing soldiers suddenly stand on end.
Walking past the upright, chief Knight, Jeanne's iron boots stepped onto the large stone steps, making a crisp sound.
This Tisen Town is the only way to Rapids City, with few residents, about six to seven hundred people, mainly living by hosting passing cargo ships.
Jeanne now stood on the stone platform at the Tisen Town dock, with a cool breeze from the Nao'an River lifting her black hair with a tinge of gold.
Amid the howling wind, she heard a peculiar chant.
From the homes lining the dock, the townspeople held their breath, observing the river through narrow window openings.
