I Want a War, a War That Drowns the Earth in Blood!

"Return to the Druid Circle of Myna..."

"Now?"

Colin froze for a moment and looked back at the Old Road, which was already gradually becoming congested.

The Old Road was not far from Maina. Under normal circumstances, the journey would take only two days, but the current situation was anything but normal.

A heavy rain had just fallen, and Brugge had sent no one to maintain order or notify the caravans along the Old Road. Forget two days—even five days would not be enough to return to the Druid Circle of Myna.

And Brugge had clearly been scared out of its wits by that Black Dragon, whether it had been blackened by smoke or not.

Expecting those cowardly nobles to send people out to direct traffic at a time like this was utterly unrealistic. Otherwise, they would not have been stuck here, unable to come or go freely.

Besides...

"What about the witcher?" Colin pointed at the closed carriage. "You can't expect me, a free knight who can barely bandage a wound, to stay here and care for someone that badly injured, can you?"

"You might as well let me kill him with one stroke. That would be quicker."

"The witcher..." Visenna pressed her lips together uneasily.

"Anyway, you need to send Brugge's information back," Colin said, jerking his head in Brugge's direction. "Why not enter the city first and send a message back by carrier pigeon? We can also take the witcher to the Temple of Melitele for treatment..."

"No." Visenna decisively shook her head. "Brugge is under heavy guard right now. I can't enter the city without revealing my identity."

"The exact situation in Brugge is still unclear. Noble affairs and grudges are far too complicated. I don't want to expose myself and drag the Druid Circle of