A huge white horse ran towards them with a long cry.
The surprised escort knights did not draw their swords but instead tried to pull off the cloak of its master.
At that moment, the horse raised its forelegs and turned to the side, and stopped there.
Two bewildered knights with their swords drawn and a young duke stood in the same place without moving.
As well as a person riding on a white horse who was looking down at them.
The face of the person sitting on the horse was hard to see because it had its back to the sun, but the duke soon found out who it was.
“Who is the duke?”
It was a fairly natural imperial accent.
The duke looked up at him, no, at her, blankly at the sound of her lively, roaring voice.
The first thing that caught his eye was the colorful hood that was wrapped tightly so that only her eyes could be seen.
A bright red top that made others feel dizzy, a wide belt wrapped around wide trousers, and boots made of leather that were unimaginable for an imperial person.