Through the misty morning fog, Timothy Wimbledon could indistinctly see the flags flying on top of the city wall.
He raised his telescope, trying to make out the kamon on the flags. Most of the flags were green, each embroidered with a sailing ship and a crown on it. Undoubtedly, they belonged to his sister, Garcia Wimbledon.
The second most seen flag was a white flag, with a high tower which had a viper wrapped around it, and this belonged to the House Balya. "Ha." He sneered in his heart. "Earl Balya, how shameless of you to keep your flag flying high after surrendering to the Queen of Clearwater. I'll feed you your flags as soon as you fall into my hands, traitor!"
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