Edwin escorted Titon to the corner of Cork Street, then, gesturing with a bow to Titon once again—
"Butler Titon, it has been my honour to greet and escort you.
From here on, Ms. Anna will lead you forward.
I hope we meet again."
With that, Edwin tapped his chest once again.
A simple knight's salute.
The twenty-four cavalrymen behind him did the same.
Snap!
The crisp sound echoed at the street corner, and Titon, with a solemn expression, responded with a knight's salute as well.
"To have made the acquaintance of you and your men is my honour.
If possible, I invite you to visit Harold Manor in your spare time.
I will make every effort to host you all."
Titon answered earnestly.
He held a considerable regard for these cavalrymen.
Not just because they enabled him to live out a sort of triumphant dream, but also because he saw hope in these cavalrymen.
The hope for the continuation and prosperity of Harold Manor.
