Chapter 42
“You’re really planning to ride through the night?”
Shulva let out a deep sigh.
“No matter how fast we go... we’ll still arrive by morning at best.”
At those words, Zahid gazed out the window, answering indifferently.
“I just want to get there as soon as possible.”
“Either way, we’ve used up all the acceleration mana stones. We’ll need to restock before heading back.”
In the pitch-black night, the Dyfenril carriage raced at full speed.
Shulva had bluntly informed the coachman, "I plan to fire every servant in this house, but if you drive as fast as humanly possible, I might reconsider keeping you."
So the coachman was doing his absolute best.
Zahid slowly leaned his head against the carriage window and closed his eyes.
He couldn’t bring himself to say it to Shulva, but... Zahid wasn’t confident in his condition. He was afraid he would be consumed by pain again, rendered completely immobile.
Before that happened—while he could still move—he wanted to confirm this phenomenon as soon as possible. And Rosie’s identity as well.