Bab 317: Chapter 78

Richard Breston's large, piercing eyes scanned the crowd of soldiers. He haughtily passed his helmet to the knight mounted behind him and hopped off his warhorse.

Maxi tugged her hood lower as he walked up to Sejuleu Aren. The man held a deep animosity toward Riftan, and the last thing she wanted was to start an altercation by catching his eye. She furtively began gathering her tools.

"They're all so big," said Anette, her voice tinged with fear. "They certainly give that carrot-haired knight a run for his money. I don't think I will ever be able to call you a giant again."

"Th-They say…. the people of the north are descended from seraphim. A messenger of heaven… sired a child with a human woman a long time ago… and the Baltonians are supposedly that child's descendants."

"They look more half-ogre to me. They're practically giants."