Earl Evan

Dark clouds loomed over Silver Moon City, and rumbling thunder echoed intermittently across the sky.

It's going to rain.

Pedestrians hurried along the streets, eager to reach their homes before the downpour began.

Meanwhile, a tavern in the eastern part of the city welcomed two new guests.

As soon as the waiter saw their attire and demeanor, he immediately recognized them as nobles. Bowing respectfully, he led them to a quiet window seat.

The guests were a man and a woman.

The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with bright blond hair and striking ocean-blue eyes. Those eyes, deep and penetrating, gave the unsettling impression of seeing through anyone who met their gaze.

The woman, slightly younger, had a delicate yet resolute face and an air of heroism. She was petite, her movements agile, but what caught everyone's attention was the enormous broadsword strapped to her back.