"Two days had already passed. Things must have been settled long ago, right?" Valfay, the Grand Duke of Lothlórien and the Grassland Elf King, who usually had little presence, drawled lazily. He practically had "the daylilies have gone cold" written all over his face.
"Let's keep moving. We'll know when we get there!" Roland rubbed his brow, feeling a headache coming on. Though he did not want to admit it, Valfay was right. If nothing had happened, Wes would naturally be fine. But if something really had happened, after two days, Wes would probably have stiffened and softened again...
"Understood!" A gloom settled over everyone's hearts. No one said much; they could only urge the army onward faster.
"It's snowing..." Adolf Heinrich suddenly held out his hand and caught a glistening snowflake. The white flake melted into a drop of water in his palm.
"We've been out for a long time, haven't we..." Ladyl, the Tier Four earth-element War Mage, said in a low voice.
"About a month. Although this place is already farther south, the wind and snow have still caught up with us!" Adolf Heinrich smiled at Ladyl. The original site of Lagrange City lay much farther south than Flowing City. Though it was still within the Northern Territory, its environment was indeed much better than Flowing City's. It had only begun snowing here now, while snowflakes had already started drifting through the night skies of Flowing City in October.
"Tell the soldiers to keep warm! We can't take casualties from non-combat causes!" Roland said quietly after looking at the snow beginning to drift down from the sky. Since winter warfare was involved, Roland had naturally prepared in advance. He had acquired who knew how many cold-weather sleeping bags and cloaks. He would not forget such things when