Chapter 33: JOURNEY TO SOLIN(1)
We all woke up at 4 a.m. sharp.
Even though we had gone to bed early the night before, none of us felt fresh. Our eyes were heavy, our bodies stiff, and everything felt slow. The air outside was still dark and cold. A thin mist was hanging over the village like a tired blanket.
There was no time to sit and rest.
Sarah and I quietly packed the last of our belongings into the carriage that was waiting for us near the front gate. The horses were already hitched, their breath steaming in the cold air.
This whole arrangement had been set up with Erika's help. I hadn't spent a single coin—Erika paid everything, and with her Slave Will at 1000%, it didn't matter how much she gave.
We were on our way to Solin, a city nearly 90 kilometers away.
If we went non-stop, we might've made it by nightfall—around 8 p.m. But realistically, the horses would need to rest, and so would the driver. That meant we'd reach Solin the next day, sometime in the morning or afternoon. I didn't mind. Getting out of this village was the most important thing.
It was just me, Sarah, Darcy, and Aunt Lindy in the carriage.
I'd made the decision not to bring Erika or Seren with me.
It wasn't because they were useless—they were powerful now, both under my control—but because they came from noble families. If they suddenly disappeared or were seen traveling with a "commoner" like me, it could stir up trouble.
People asked questions when nobles went missing.