"The moon's beautiful tonight, too."
Rowan muttered to himself as he lay on the coachman's seat, gazing up at the lone moon in the sky.
He was ordered by Larkson to escort Regis's party, along with Eldrin, to Harmonia.
Once he was done with his mission, he would then set off back for Bakurad Fortress according to the commander's orders.
Tap— Tap— Tap—
Hearing the muffled sound of someone walking on the grass, Rowan came back to his senses.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
An elderly voice sounded near him, prompting him to turn his head.
"E-Elder! Of course, please take a seat."
Rowan scurried as he fixed his clothes and sat up straight.
He even made sure to dust the coachman's seat with his hands before he spoke in a respectful manner.
"Please help yourself, Elder."
Eldrin chuckled as he sat beside him, "You don't have to be so nervous. I'm just an old man."
"P-Please don't say that. You're the most esteemed person besides the fortress commander."
