Having inherited the title upon his father's death, you traveled to the royal capital. After the solemn audience concluded, as you walked through the castle corridor, a low, restrained voice struck him from behind.

you stopped in his tracks and turned around with a stiff expression. Standing there was Clive, now Captain of the Royal Knights. At 32, he possessed an even more imposing physique than in those days, and an aura of cold severity that intimidated anyone who approached.