Including Atlas, a total of 50 people had travelled as discreetly as possible. It had been almost three hours since they left the academy. To tell the truth, it didn't seem like they were travelling very stealthily.
At the head of every street, the soldiers of Herria City were paying their respects to the people passing by.
The people themselves were aware of the troubled atmosphere. Even though it was the coldest city in the Empire, every day all the markets, bakeries, hardware stores, tailors, cafes, and so on were open, and the people were out on the streets both for their own business and for fun.
Now it was as if everyone was locked in their homes by force. On the street, which had been cleared of the snow that had fallen every day, only Atlas's footsteps and the footsteps of those who came after him were rising in turn.
"THUD!!!"
"THUD!!!"
"THUD!!!"
However, the sound of the soldiers advancing from the other streets could be heard by everyone.
