The Principality of Florence
Sterl was oblivious to the thoughts of these legendary figures.
Otherwise, he would have felt deeply wronged.
"I've always been friendly, why would I set you up?"
He nodded coldly and then followed his "subordinates" off the airship.
Sterl found himself standing in front of a palace hall.
"A bit shabby..."
He couldn't help but mutter.
Compared to the grandiose architecture of the Hall of Valor, this palace seemed rather plain and unadorned, covering only a few thousand square meters and mostly constructed from rough bricks and stones.
The only decorations were knight shield reliefs carved here and there, resembling the shield designs of Kant Weir that Sterl had seen earlier.
Additionally, there were some red and green flowers and fruit trees, but they were of very ordinary varieties, lacking any special attributes.
However...
Sterl soon chuckled to himself.