"Who is he?" King Ragnar asked, his gaze fixed on the young man who was swiftly disappearing into the mist, completely covered in dark robes. His suspicion was evident in his sharp tone as he watched the figure vanish down the path.
"He's just a good person born into a scum family," Kent replied nonchalantly, brushing off the encounter as he turned to face his uncle. Without further explanation, Kent continued walking forward with a confident stride.
King Ragnar didn't press the matter, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. He silently followed Kent as they approached the teleportation gate that would take them to the Royal Capital City. Neither spoke much as the gate's swirling energy enveloped them, whisking them away to their destination.
Upon arriving at the Royal Capital, the towering palace loomed ahead, nestled in the northern sector of the city.