Chapter 26

Six years later...

Tars, capital of Coulson.

In the garden full of fallen leaves, gentle noblemen gathered. Many were nicely dressed, all full in their warm woolly clothes hinting at the clear autumn weather, a stark contrast to their tense faces. They were holding a long wooden stick that did not match their elegant attire.

A white ball sat atop the slumbering maple leaves. Meanwhile, a woman's voice was heard, and the gentlemen stared, breathless.

"And... start!"

The ball rose and leaped into the air as soon as the woman's battle cry fell.

The sight of the gentlemen moving quickly and running after the ball was somewhat amusing. One gentleman threw his stick at the ball, successfully catching it, but another person from the side quickly snatched the ball from the gentleman. The thief quickly turned around and ran towards the other side at a frighteningly fast pace.

“Oh no!”

The thief yelped horribly as he ran fast on the narrow path blocked in between the trees. He was stopped by tw