Even though the whole city was in high spirits, there were still guards on watch.

Under their guidance, two carriages entered the city and crossed through the market square.

There was no official reason for it.

On the surface, it was a visit from an ally, a procession from one of the high-ranking nobles.

A well-trained coachman, with muscular forearms, stepped down from the carriage and opened the door. A man with a splendidly groomed mustache stepped out from the first carriage.

"Count Molsen?"

Marcus muttered, then greeted him immediately.

"I came to congratulate you on your victory. I thought …