Darbav furrowed his brow at the carriage before him.

"Who is this?"

The carriage was so ostentatious that it hurt his eyes.

"..."

Though it wasn’t festival season, the carriage was decorated as lavishly as one meant for a grand celebration, and Darbav thought to himself,

'What an eyesore.'

Though Darbav lacked much aesthetic sense, even he found this excessive. It wasn’t as if they had so much money they didn’t know what to do with it.

He could easily guess the intent behind such decoration—it was evident to any noble who understood appearances.

'Must be a wealthy noble.'

No …