Riding out from the South to the East, Lycaon was enjoying his freedom. Staying in the East for two days made him sick. The girls roaming around him, buzzing him all the time, and people looking at him weirdly. This time, Leserli was not as competitive as she was the last time. Leaving his crown with Zorion, he veiled his identity and rode out. A cloth on his face with completely black attire. Black trousers and black Linen sleeveless shirt underneath a white silk laced shirt. The ride to the East was calm and peaceful.
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