Chapter 229: Home Coming
"Miss Lara, thank you for letting me tag along with the Prince’s caravan." A young merchant, freshly dismounted from his carriage, approached the Norse siblings. His eyes shone with earnest gratitude. The wary glares from the men nearby did little to dampen his spirits. He directed his words solely to Lara, his posture stiff but respectful.
Lara’s lips curved into a gentle smile. "It is not a problem at all, Bernard. In the end, I was the one who benefited. I found a partner." Her tone was warm, and her eyes sparkled with the hint of opportunity.
During their journey together, along the winding roads and bustling trade posts, Lara had shared with Bernard samples of Gabriella’s handiwork: sturdy backpacks and finely crafted travel bags. Bernard had examined each one with the keen eye of a merchant, testing seams and admiring the craftsmanship. His enthusiasm was undeniable, and by the time they reached the city gates, he had eagerly purchased every piece Lara had to offer.
"Find me in Calma in two months," Lara said.
Bernard nodded eagerly, his face alight with anticipation. With a final wave, he returned to his carriage, waiting his turn to enter the gates.
When the brothers heard that she would return to Calma, they exchanged uneasy glances. Doubt flickered in their eyes. Did Lara not intend to stay? Did she mean to leave them behind?
Alaric approached the siblings and broke the silence, "Take care, Lara," he murmured. "I’ll visit you at the General’s manor once my business is done." His voice was calm, but there was an edge of reluctance in his tone.
Meanwhile, Percival wasted no time. He mounted a horse with practiced ease, the leather of the saddle creaking beneath him. With a brief nod, he set off ahead of the caravan to deliver the news to the Norse residence—Lara would be arriving with Bener and Gideon.
The journey continued, the carriage that carried Lara and Sandoz rumbling steadily along the cobblestone path. As they passed through the southern city gate, the sun started its descent in the west. Shadows stretched long across the road, and a chill crept into the air.