Chapitre 206: The Princess and The Unworthy State of a Soldier

Ysac's entrance into the tent caused an immediate hush to fall over the crowd. All eyes turned towards him, a mixture of awe and fear evident in their gazes.

As a warrior of the Gamaaloth, Ysac's towering height and muscular build were impossible to ignore. His body was covered in dry mud, dust, and the faint scent of dragon's breath, remnants of his recent mission.

He was dressed in the traditional garb of Gamaaloth warior, a full-body and face shield covering that left only his eyes visible. The dark fabric clung to his form, hinting at the immense strength beneath.

Despite the attention, Ysac made his way towards the counter where food and drinks were being served for common folks.

As he approached, he was surprised to see a young woman with long, dark hair and a warm smile attending to the guests. Her presence was captivating, her movements graceful and confident.