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It had happened about a month ago. Master Quain had summoned all the White Wolves. Loyal sensed he would be tasked with something disagreeable. “You all need to pay a visit to Camort.” Quain had spoken abruptly, standing before his office window that caught the sun well. He had been waiting there, hand on his…

Bad news and rumors trickled in one by one. The news that Count Johnstein had killed all the Black Lion Knights who had come to arrest him, and declared that Normant would no longer be safe, and the rumor that Count’s daughter Latilda might have been killed in the process. Dozens had witnessed the carriage…

As morning dawned, Count Johnstein decided to depart early to relieve the burden on the barber, Morton. However, the departure was slightly delayed as they prepared a separate carriage and coachman for Latilda. Only six of the Twelve Thorns escorted the carriage. Although all twelve didn’t always move together, Latilda found it odd that only…

The grand bell tolling in the palace summoned all the royal delegates. Aside from the Kingdom of Camort’s five holidays a month, the council convened daily, with no exception even after a party night. Despite murmurs from the delegates at the sight of Kassel and the rest of the White Wolves present in the council…

A small barbershop, which was never particularly bustling, was unusually crowded. And knights, who clearly didn’t belong there, were guarding the entrance in full armor. Passersby, feeling the discordance of these heavily armed knights in the dead of night, had to take a detour rather than cross the alley where the barbershop was located. Those…

Even after the Red Rose Count took Latilda away, many nobles remained at the party. They were digesting and analyzing the day’s events from their own perspectives. Given that the only recent topic of conversation had been the bloody wars between the two counts, the matter of the White Wolves offered a fascinating subject to…

Loyal, Latilda, Anna, and Dalmar were staying on the second floor of a barbershop, tucked away in a corner of Normant. Their choice of accommodation was due to a doctor. The barber, Morten, was not known for his hair-cutting skills, but his medical expertise was unparalleled. Having had a military experience, he was adept at…

An old and dirty banner was fluttering in front of the city gates. The city was surrounded by an exterior wall adorned with blue flags that stood about 3 meters high. Kassel, visiting Normant for the first time, expected a spectacle grander than Koholrun, but he was hardly impressed. Disappointment was a closer feeling. The…

On the following day, Kassel, seated in the carriage, received lectures on chivalry and noble etiquette from Sheyden. When they stopped for breaks, he learned how to grip a sword convincingly from Gerald. Gerald, observing Kassel’s passion, uttered in mild awe. “Do you always enjoy learning this much?” “Indeed, I do.” Kassel, drenched in sweat…

The four White Wolves and Kassel were traveling in a wagon. Every time the wagon wheel rolled over the parched land, clouds of white dust arose. The road was as desolate as a desert. The journey was tedious, in part due to the unnerving incident that happened before leaving Koholrun, which caused everyone to restrain…