The day passed swiftly, with Renzille completely engrossed in admiring the sword that Leira had gifted her, her fingers tracing the engravings on the sword's sheath, her eyes filled with fascination.
Leira, on the other hand, spent the day watching Renzille closely, taking delight in her little sister's reaction to the sword.
Every now and then, a small smile tugged at the corners of Leira's lips as she watched Renzille admire the weapon, not expecting that something like a sword would make her this happy.
The carriages, wagons, horses, and beastmen halted right as they passed by the border of the Sun Kingdom.
When they stopped, the sky had already transitioned from a bright blue to a soft gradient of orange, pink, and gold, signaling the arrival of evening.
