At dawn, the sun had just crested the horizon, a pale yellow orb. The morning rays fell at a perfect angle upon Kolon City, gilding the southern city with a golden trim that made it look splendid and dazzling.
The giant beast of an army encamped outside Kolon City gradually reawakened. Countless soldiers emerged from their warm tents, rubbing their hands together.
It was now nearly June, and the weather had warmed. A light breeze brushed against their faces, feeling faintly cool and carrying the scents of blood and smoke.
The Lord had woken up early, found a deserted patch of grass, and was preparing to relieve a night's accumulation. But just as he undid his trousers, Monvert popped out from who knows where and lined up beside him.
"Damn... I shouldn't have stood next to you."
Then, the Wolf Island Count sighed. "With a skill like that alone, you could make a name for yourself in the Royal Court."
