[Mass release on the 11th. After that, four chapters a day for the rest of the month.]
When Ethan finally passed through the gates of Goldenveil, it was already the eighth day of the fourth moon of the year 486 of the modern era.
Behind him came just under five hundred guards, exhausted from the long journey and eager to reunite with their families.
Trailing them were the people of Whitefall, who watched everything around them with eyes full of wonder.
Never in their entire lives had they laid eyes on such a beautiful place.
The paved streets, the neatly aligned houses, the smell of fresh bread wafting from a nearby bakery... everything was new to them.
"Have Aerick take care of their integration. Then, go home and rest." Ethan ordered Doran, who nodded without question.
Leaving the rest of the work to his subordinates, Ethan dismounted and handed the reins to one of the Goldenveil guards.
With Evelyn by his side, he headed toward the mansion.
