At the Northern Fort

After about an hour of running horses from the city of Chedas, I was finally able to see the city of the king's capital.

I have visited the royal castle in the heart of the city several times, but I have never seen a city spread around it.

There seem to be many small, white-walled houses on orange and red tile roofs on the outside of the city, but a splendid mansion is also visible in the centre.

The overall impression of the city is that it feels gorgeous but sophisticated.

The blackened men were second-hand as soon as they entered the city.

"Just as you should."

"Oh."

When I'm sure someone says, the big nose and the guy with the neighborhood in his eyes stay on the horse, and the carriage also runs through the big street where it runs.

The three remaining men, meanwhile, stepped off the horse and pulled the reins into the side road.

The building is lined up like an old brick apartment, so the sunlight is blocked and dim.

It feels like backtown and the atmosphere isn't very good, it's a place where you don't want to go in alone at night.

The blackened men went to the back with a quick foot without being timid by the atmosphere, and eventually came to the lonely empty house, which seemed to have been some kind of store before, and stopped there.

Leaving the horse outside, he opens the nearly broken door and a definite person enters first.

Me and Kugarg on the back of the horse, the Hood guy got me off the ground.

"Follow me. There's something nice in there."

Simple me following the Hood guy excitedly as to what a good thing is.

Kugarg doesn't seem interested in good stuff, but he came in with me because I'm going.

Someone must have turned on the lights - it's still daylight, but it's dim in the building - and the garbage scattered all over the floor is lit by candle flames.

To cotton dust, dead leaves that appear to have come in through a broken window, small fragments of vitreous......

Imagine where the vitreous stabbed the meatballs. When I looked sinister, the three blackened men also looked at the dirty floor and said:

"It's not safe like this."

"It's like there was a jar in the back..."

Three people start sweeping the floor at best as me and Kugarg stop at the entrance.

A bad guy who cleans hard is new.

Are you accustomed to cleaning from time to time, the three of them collected the debris from the floor and cleaned it up.

"Once I start cleaning, I want to clean it all up."

"I agree, but let's just stop on the floor"

Someone who seems to be an adult to someone who is sure.

I wonder if they all like beauty.

By the way, where is “good stuff”?

"Wait a minute," he looked up at the Hood person as he urged, entering the back room.

I'll look around this room again until he gets back.

There is a fireplace with a pile of coal, but no furniture such as tables or chairs, and it is cancerous.

I scratched my head with my hind legs, looking at the peeled ceiling of some plates.

You've been wearing a hood and it's steamed, and the base of your ear is itchy.

But I can't scratch well because of the hood.

As I scratched all the time with Kashikashi, Kashikashi, I was sure someone noticed and took my hood off.

And then I said, "Are you itching?" and scratches my head instead, but the points are subtly off and mumble unnecessarily.

Rubbing his head against the floor, escaping from that hand, he was stopped from "getting dirty" as he overdid the itching.

That's how he takes the handkerchief out of his nose and wipes his hair. I don't have a wrinkle in my handkerchief, and I still want to look beautiful.

I can't believe everyone in the north fort doesn't have a handkerchief first, except for Mr. Branch Leader, Mr. Teena, etc., and most of the dirt is wiped with uniform sleeves...

Everyone thinks the sleeve of a uniform is a versatile cloth.

Oh, my God, with that in mind, the hood guy came back from the back with a little paper wrap.

Noticed the smell drifting from that paper wrap, I quickly waved my tail and stood up.

That's food!

"I heard rumors that the child of the Snow Spirit likes sweets."

I guess that rumor circulated because I was always happy to eat the treats the kings serve me.

They had prepared treats in advance to get us to be adults here.

Inside the wrap were a number of round biscuits.

It bites crisply at one of the offered pieces, but it's big there, so I can't get into my mouth at once.

As a result, biscuit shards and powder fell to the floor in a puffy fashion. Every time I eat a new one, I eat zero on the floor I cleaned because of it.

Looking up at the three people who seem to like each other beautifully in the middle of nowhere,

"Why did you choose a biscuit this size? Biscuits and cookies are our enemies."

"Sorry."

They used to say things like that.

Kugarg didn't eat the biscuits, so I ended up putting everything in my stomach while I scattered the floor all by myself.

Meanwhile, the three blackened men disappeared into the back room to make sure I was obsessed with biscuits, but came back here at the time I finished eating.

But at that time, all three of them were dressed differently.

Apparently, he was dressed in the back, transforming himself from a dubious black man into a fine knight.

The knight's clothes have the same design as the knights with the eyes of a ship, but they come in different colors. It's white, not blue. Speaking of which, the captain was also a white knight's outfit.

All three stand very similar to the Kingsguard knights in the castle.

It doesn't sparkle that far, but it feels clean, or where you're wearing your uniform exactly.

I've been thinking about the rest since I was dressed as a black man, but compared to the face of the northern fort, it still feels like all three of us are skinny.

He's not that tall, and someone who seems to grow up is pretty small for a man.

"It's on."

A certain man said, paying for my chest moff hair sticking out of the sheep's disguise.

Because there was a pile of biscuit powder on there.

"Is it time"

"Oh."

Someone who looked like an adult and someone in the hood looked at the door as they exchanged those words.

When I looked back at that gaze, too,

"Here it is!

I hear voices coming from the outside, bumpy and noisy footsteps approaching.

Eventually, when the doors of this building opened up in momentum, three men in white knightly clothes let their breath out and came inside.

The two of them were like the blackened men who broke up when they entered the king's capital. Now he looks like a clean knight with no shards of suspicion at all, but one has a neighborhood in his eyes and the other has a big nose.

And the last time I came inside, he was a man as thin as a sprouts, wearing round glasses and stroking his dark hair into 'right, seven, left, and three' pieces on his head.

He's about three “ late ” s. The eyes glow in the back of the glasses, always wrinkled and mean between the eyebrows.

(This is Captain Sarrell...)