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A Touch of Relief and Goodbye
A town called Isqu marks the border between Basille and Macreigh. Beyond the river lands of the Basille Domain, a meadow called Metouche Pas, as it is known to the locals, marks the entrance of Macreigh from the north. The narrow road that cuts into the verdant emerald grass snakes left and right. The prince strictly orders the soldiers to go through the road, not touching the vegetation.
The army snakes around the wide meadow. The iron and steel armors of the soldiers contrast the sea of green. Gianni and Prince Julien who are at the rear of the van, sees the army move like a snake. The spears and poles, where the banners hang, appear as spikes of the great silver creature. The differences of the soldier’s heights also affected the overall appearance.
“Why did you order the army to use the road, Your Highness?” Gianni asks. “If we cut through, the army would save time and travel faster.”
“That’s because, this is Metouche Pas,” Julien replies shifting his gaz
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