Meanwhile — Beastkin Kingdom.
Near the towering stone wall separating the Beastkin Kingdom from dwarven lands, the outpost was active with marching soldiers, packed supplies, and formation drills.
A small escort unit stood waiting at the inner gate.
The armored guard captain stood at attention as a figure approached on horseback. Calm and graceful.
Princess Felicia, clad in a clean white cloak over her fitted battle dress, dismounted with practiced ease.
The moment her boots touched the ground, every soldier straightened.
"Princess, please be careful," the guard captain said, saluting with fist to chest.
Felicia gave a small nod, eyes sweeping the area.
"Mm… I will."
She took one step forward, then paused.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"…But, Captain?"
"Yes, Princess?"
She pointed toward a nearby soldier in full plate armor.
"That one's boots. Not shiny."
The captain flinched.
"…Ah...yes, Princess."
Felicia turned slowly.
