A thousand knights marched steadily through the snow-covered terrain, their armor glinting under the pale sun. The wind howled faintly, sending chills through the air, but the mages at the front cleared the path, pushing aside thick layers of snow to make the journey smoother.
Kael glanced to the side and noticed Vic staring at him with an unnerving intensity.
He turned to Lyria. "It seems he's looking at you."
Lyria frowned, her cold, mature gaze shifting toward Vic. "Master, do you have an eye problem? He's clearly looking at you."
Kael scratched his head in confusion. "Hey, Vic! Come here!"
To his surprise, Vic trudged toward him without complaint. That alone made Kael suspicious. Since when did this troublemaker start behaving?
"Yes, my Lord," Vic said, standing straight.
"Drop the formality. Why the hell are you staring at me like that?" Kael asked bluntly.
Vic paused, studying him for a moment before speaking. "What? Did you think I fell in love with you?"
