Eugene continued to observe the following two people who emerged from the carriage after the spearman, ‘That man’s a wizard….’

Though the Lionheart clan had made a name for itself as a martial clan, it still had a few wizards. Since they were coming here to check on both Wynnyd’s loan and Eward’s issue, it was only natural for them to have included a wizard in their group.

‘And behind him…. Oh, my.’

The last to emerge from the carriage was a woman with her dress uniform’s black jacket draped over her shoulders. Seeing as how she was the only one whose dress uniform was unbuttoned and draped over her shoulders while the others were wearing their dress uniforms all neatly buttoned up, it appeared as though she had the highest rank among them.

‘She’s strong.’

But what Eugene noticed before all that was the woman’s hands. Although they were covered up by leather gloves, due to the long period of time that had been spent training them as weapons, it was possible to estimate the strength of the woman’s hands through their outlines alone.

‘So she doesn’t use a sword or a spear. She’s a fist-fighter.’

“Has it been twenty years?” the woman spoke up as she looked straight at Lovellian with...