“It’s an emergency! Open the gate!”

The guards of the Wall of the Lion hurriedly opened the gate when they saw the red flags that the messengers were bearing. 

The two horses stopped after passing through the large gate, which was wide enough for two carriages to pass side-by-side. 

The horses whined with foam at their mouths after galloping for six miles without rest.

“What is going on? If it’s about the Roxan family’s procession, they just entered the palace.”

The soldier quickly saluted and spoke to the rather perplexed captain.

“Yes, Sir Alion! The Pendragon family’s carriage has just arrived. By now, he should have passed the Wall of Glory.”

“Um!”

Baron Alion nodded. He was the head of the guards of the Wall of Lion, and one of the commanders of the Royal Regiment, six 3000-strong units tasked with the imperial castle’s defenses. 

“I had been wondering why a messenger pigeon was flown… I see. I will report directly to His Highness Ian.”

The messenger pigeon would have flown directly to the chief internal, the man who was in charge of the imperial affairs. From there on, the news would be passed on to the emperor, then to the main figures of the imperial castle. 

“Is it finally beginning…?”

Baron Alion was a close aide of Crown Prince Shio, and also one of the few figures...