[center][h1]~ Chapter 49 ~[/h1]
[sub]Road To The White Castle[/sub][/center]

	Jenso traveled far after crossing the bridge, far enough that the uneven landscape began to flatten, and the plains were once again visible from the path itself. He could even notice peaceful fauna, like squirrels and deer, the further he got from the rocky steppes. In fact, as he grew closer to the giant walled off nation, everything seemed to get more tranquil, and less chaotic. Something about all of this was oddly comforting, but was it really safe? After so much pain and danger, this seemed unreal. But were there really places that were untouched by the chaos around him? Who knew.

	Before he was close to the building however, he came across a group of three men. They all seemed to be rather casual in their clothing. One was about Jenso's height and bulk, almost identical to him in appearance from behind, including his spiky black hair that flowed opposite to Jenso's. The man on his left was a little shorter, and seemed to wield two sheathed daggers. His hair was blue, oddly enough. The last one, was much taller than both of them, but skinny, and had brown hair that stopped just above his neck. Their clothing was similar to the types of clothes he saw in Orobo and Arcadia, which means they must have hailed from some village to the west. They were also headed to the white castle, at a slightly slower pace.