Chapter 747
Dark clouds gathered again overhead, dimming the sky little by little.
Several hours had passed since the group turned onto the narrow path leading southwest. If they continued forward, they would soon reach the rugged mountain road that wound toward the frontier.
Perched atop Moro’s saddle, Ian drank in silence, his gaze heavy and distant. It was not only because he was sorting through old memories.
The desolate land, choked with trees stripped down to bare branches, was enough to make him keenly aware that he had returned to life on the road.
"S-So… let me get this straight…."
It wasn’t just him who felt the weight of a new journey beginning. Miguel, glancing back blankly, worked his lips before finally speaking.
"You’re saying we’re heading to the Gray Magic Tower?"
"We’re going to the Western Empire. The tower just happens to be a stop along the way." From her perch atop the carriage roof, Thesaya corrected him coolly, the corner of her mouth twitching as if suppressing laughter.
"That’s the same thing— no, wait, that’s not the point."