On the other hand, the hidden gate in the current imperial capital showed a wooden carriage pulled by two horses stopping on the outskirts of the imperial district, it's been about a week since they continued their journey from the Auburn Inn. Its wheels spun slowly as they touched the cobblestone road, before finally coming to a complete stop. A group of men got down one by one, their steps arranged with a carefulness that was too noticeable for ordinary traders.
Their leader, a light brown-haired man with a confident expression, was the last to descend. He adjusted his long coat and glanced at the carriage that had brought them this far, as if making sure everything was still on track.
"Hm, finally arrived," he muttered while putting his hands in his pockets.
Some of his men seemed more agitated. One of them, a thin man with a scar on his cheek, glanced around before approaching his boss.
