Under the curtain of night.
Within the Louis Manor residence.
Perhaps it is because the Black Night is about to pass, and dawn is about to come.
The oil lamps on the wall of the reception hall, as the animal oil is nearly exhausted, emit a faint light.
Blown by the breezes entering the hall, they sway as though about to extinguish.
Except for the guards at the door and the patrolling guards within the manor's territory.
Almost everyone else is asleep.
Silence envelops the entire manor residence.
One can even hear snores resonating from various rooms of the manor residence.
At the manor residence's entrance, four or five guards sit close to the bonfire.
Although the wood in the bonfire crackles faintly, emitting 'crack' sounds.
It still cannot awaken the deep night's drowsiness.
The four or five guards, heads hanging low, crouch against the logs behind them.
Suddenly.
The sound of galloping hooves arises from the distant darkness of the manor residence.
