Black Wolf Baker and I left the palace on our horses. He didn't bring any of his followers. Under the moonlight, the two of us rode on horses and moved at a normal speed on King's Lane. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and we didn't intentionally try to find a topic to chat about.
He sat on the horse and walked in front of me like a guide leading me forward. The hood blocked my vision from both sides, so I looked straight ahead. His unusually tall back seemed a little lonely under the hazy moonlight.
Did I make a mistake? How could the arrogant Black Wolf Baker be so lonely? He was so arrogant and selfish that he didn't care about anyone except his interests. This kind of man was like a tall mountain peak, isolated only because he was mighty.
He was not lonely because he had always been alone!