About an hour earlier.
It was truly by chance that Masain noticed the strange signs.
-Shall we park the carriage here?
Morres had pointed to a spot that awkwardly blocked the view between the tent and the center of the camp.
-But wouldn’t that block the entrance to the tent, Your Highness?
-It’s fine, Sir Masain. It’ll be easier to move the luggage, and I think this spot is perfect.
Having decided that on his own, the prince soon entered the tent to meditate.
Naturally, Masain, who was standing guard at the tent’s entrance, began to glance sideways at the carriage that was subtly obstructing his view.
Then, at some point.
Ssshhh-
Beyond the carriage roof, he saw the trees on a distant mountain peak wavering faintly. At first glance, it seemed like they were swaying in the wind, but there was something oddly off about the rhythm, disturbing his peace of mind.
‘Is it just my imagination…?’
He also thought he felt a slight vibration under his feet.
With a stern face, Masain stared at the distant mountain. It was a high peak slightly to the west of their current location where the hunting gathering was taking place.
“Why are you looking like that, Sir Masain?”
Sir Kurt, who had been giving instructions to the coachman, turned to him with a puzzled expression.
“It’s nothing, Sir Kurt. But didn’t you feel that vibration just now?”
Sir Kurt then turned his head to look at the western mountain.
“Vibration? Where do you mean?”
“…….”
Except for Masain…