The horses walked again in the horse-drawn carriages they guarded well. The sun that had been replaced by the moon made the atmosphere of the forest they passed through even darker.
The atmosphere was tense but the knights who had been trained and had gone through things like this before. They are very alert.
"Set up a tent here. For tonight we will rest here."
Vincent spoke as he had coded a tap on the glass and called Clark. The talk was understood by Clark, as the commander in this guard army he gave orders. Vincent heard Clark's voice saying his order just now.
It wasn't long before the ordered tent was finished, the most beautiful big tent was Vincent's. When he got off the horse-drawn carriage, the knights were busy guarding and also preparing food from the groceries they had brought.
"your majesty, do you feel tired?" Clark approached Vincent. He handed a glass of camomile tea that could make Vincent become more relaxed.