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.,Two maids, both wearing yellowish linen head scarves, were working while whispering to each other.,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.。