Outside the Cold Pine Ridge, deep within the dense forest.
The morning breeze brushed through the treetops, dispelling the lingering fog of the night.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering mottled light spots. An orderly assembled knight team was moving along the forest path.
Leading them was a young man, draped in a black cloak, silver patterns faintly glimmering under the sunlight.
He rode his horse casually, appearing as if he was merely out for a leisurely inspection, showing no sign of tension.
"The Lord seems to be in a good mood," murmured a young knight quietly.
His companion lightly nudged him with an elbow: "Isn't he always like this? Quite approachable. Honestly, riding under Lord Louis is more reassuring than with anyone else."
Though they were unclear about the specific purpose of this outing, they were already accustomed:
As long as it was Louis's command, they would follow it.
