When the first chill of winter settled upon the frozen land, this remote town, far from the heart of the Golden Sparrow Empire, was suddenly graced by a column of silver-armored knights bearing their heraldry high.,“The old master and madam have been dead for two years. According to imperial law, after the Frostfall month following the Hard Freeze month this year, the eldest son would inherit the title.” The young maid with rosy cheeks said with a hint of worry, “I wonder what will happen to the second young master after the eldest son inherits the title.”,As soon as I opened the bamboo gate of the hanging building, I saw a well-proportioned young man in the small room, buried his head in a parchment scroll. He dipped a feather pen into the ink by his side and quickly recorded something.。