The ox cart jolted harshly along the snow-covered path for over an hour before it finally stopped outside a massive building.
It was past midnight, and the heavy darkness obscured most of their surroundings. Still, something about the place struck Xion as familiar.
Where had he seen it before?
With a heavy heart, he followed the others out. They were commanded to form rows in the same order as before. The old man was tottering ahead, while Xion was in the middle.
As for the burly man, he had somehow finagled his way into the fifth spot.
[I think he really believes you married a noblewoman who kicked you out. You didn't mention the gender, after all. He probably assumed her new noble husband threw you out to save face.]
Xion decided to ignore it. He was in no mood to clarify such bizarre things. As he walked closer to the cathedral, his brows furrowed even more.
