Kwaaaaah!

The griffons slowly descended while receiving the faint light of the moon as it peeked out from the dark clouds. Knights and soldiers had rushed over as soon as they saw the griffons moving toward the castle. The people of the Pendragon Castle pressed on their beating hearts while staring at the griffons slowly coming down to the ground.

“Ah…!”

Their eyes did not linger on Isla nor the two new women. A silver-haired woman and a man with black hair were slowly dismounting the griffons. Their faces were reflecting the dim gazes of the moon.

Although his appearance was rather unfamiliar, some of them noticed that it was an appearance that ‘he’ used frequently in the past when he was hiding his identity.

Vincent’s eyes trembled.

How could he forget?

When he first saw his lord that day in Leus, the lord had told him to come to the land of Pendragon with the same appearance…

Tap. Tap.

He was approaching.

His steps were bold and proud, just as were his eyes and atmosphere.

“I greet my king.”

“My lord!”

“Pendragon scarecrow!”

The crafty Regent Vincent Ron...