Border of the Kingdom of Profatilia…
"Your Highness, Crown Princess Alicia of Alastine! What brings you to our humble lands?" A plump man in luxurious clothing asked from the back of a black horse.
"What brings me here? Are you planning to allow the undead to march all over your lands?" Alicia's eyes were cold. She could not stand these kinds of nobles. But they still sent him out to greet her at the border.
"They are just passing through." The plump noble said with a smile on his face. All three of his chins lifted up as he smiled.
"And what about the citizens? Is your King just going to let them die in vain?" Alicia asked.
"A small sacrifice. The undead will come and move on in time. I heard they are marching towards your country. This is most likely why you are here, no?" The pump noble let out a haughty laugh as if he had the upper hand in the conversation.
