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The journey to the south of the city was almost there. There was nothing special in Dessie, before she left for the royal school this was the area she avoided the most because of the difficult and time-consuming roads.

But for the sake of utilizing the kingdom's business she even visited it directly. Their journey was not as smooth as in Senataria, but the classic old building was quite refreshing to the eye. The cold air was piercing through the clothes they were wearing. Lexcy was already shivering with annoyance

The risks she faced would greatly test her fortitude.

"Your regrets sir will still be tolerated, despite the close proximity." Ortiz entered the conversation quietly.

Lexcy with a half-shocked face. "Really." Buru hurriedly looked through the carriage window. "Are we really in dessie this time." Her expression could not be described as happy or sad.

"Revar, this is a very bad idea. I feel like I'm the king of Amos' grandfather's era." A trembling voice with a look of amazement around her.

"Isn't this place famous for the stunning Lake Dessie, and I heard that the headwaters of the river are very beautiful." Revar spoke with a haughty face. Ortiz nodded.

"I strongly discourage you from approaching the upper reaches of the lake, sir, it's quite dangerous." His voice sounded like a warning. Somehow to Ortiz it was a threat.

"I won't get hurt." He replied nonchalantly. "You feel strange." He continued, slightly depressing the atmosphere. Their journey had entered the bustling yet beautiful dissei area... With a variety of old buildings and natural beauty that is still really well preserved. The air was cool enough to breathe.

The train stopped, and the driver took permission to urinate, which he knew he had to do. He had to muster the courage to ask the duke's permission. His face was full of stress and fear. Even though he was only 15 years old, the older guards still respected the boy with the highest royal title.

Revar was tired of breathing the same air during the journey. He decided to get out of the carriage. As the door opened, there passed a child smaller than him. His body was full of wounds with messy clothes, passing him by.

Revar's eyes followed her, the brown hair swaying, a glimpse of a familiar pinch lingering in his memory through his eyes. "Poor thing." The word slipped suddenly from her mouth. The driver returned shortly, after which the journey took place.

When he arrived there, all the citizens who knew of the senatorial duke's arrival flocked to his reception. Ortiz stayed with them, while the head of the region's leadership also welcomed them and invited them to immediately enter the room that had been prepared.

The meeting went smoothly, the chaos had been going on for months, but the duke's visit had only taken place today. "This is an honor for us, the presence of Lord Revar is a guarantee that Dessie will remain well." His words were full of flattery that was boring to rever.

It was no different, it was the same visit he had been making since he was appointed as the 6th duke. All the words praising his greatness were heard everywhere. Not once did he hear a curse or something different, his life was perfect but boring. Repeating the same lines day after day, like a worn-out, broken radio. It was ridiculous and boring. Very sickening.

The meeting over, Mr. Carl's headmaster suggested that they go hunting in their free time as well as see the worn-out beauty by Dessie's lake. "I don't think this is a bad idea." Lexcy conveyed her feelings quickly.

Everyone stared at Revar, who seemed to be unmoving but there was no rejection. The atmosphere was a relief. The shortness of breath they breathed was enough to make the oxygen in their lungs depleted. The aura was quite gripping.

All were mobilized, to prepare their best race horses, arrows ready on their backs. Leisurely riding and then hunting was a tantalizing prospect for an accomplished hunter like Tuan. The leader who keeps throwing words of praise that continue to boast of his greatness. That narrative is too clichéd.

Dassie was still a beautiful area, but it was an old town. Revar's arrival to Dassie was not without reason. He was entrusted with managing the natural gas underground. It would have an impact on the kingdom's economy if managed properly.

Along the way, hunting into the forest, Mr. Carl continued to babble with a narrative that continued to praise him, it sounded sickening, Revar with a look of annoyance tried to avoid their conversation.

"I'll catch up with you guys." his voice was indifferent and lacked politeness. 3 pairs of eyes stared at him.

"It's okay sir, we'll wait." Her sentence hung in the air as Revar replied in a loud, commanding voice.

"Men's business." he said briefly, his gaze sharp with a look of annoyance. They stared at each other, then returned to a slow gallop as they waited for Revar to return. Her words were a command that could not be ignored. Ortiz knew she was upset. But leaving her was not a good idea.

Because of his frustration, he chose another road so as not to meet the group he had tried to avoid, but on the way he realized that his reason was quite ridiculous. That's because he remembered the train driver who wanted to urinate. What the hell was that excuse.