Like Lord Ross, Lord Medicarren was a wyvern.
There were two wyverns at Sancha River Mouth. One was named Mercedes, a Manganese Steel Dragon and now Count Merlin's mount—Count Merlin was also one of the few Wyvern Knights in the Shadowflame Grand Duchy.
The other was Blue Crystal Dragon Medicarren, which had yet to recognize any knight.
After the lively banquet, the two Knight Orders set out from Cold Spring Point, preparing to return to their respective territories.
"Chirp, chirp!"
Lord Ross circled through the sky.
Baron Roman and Viscount Meijie shook hands, wished each other well, then mounted their horses.
His elder brother Roland stayed close beside Baron Roman.
Russell waved to Cousin Mel. "Be careful on the way back."
"Don't forget what you said. Come stay at Bluebird Castle for a month sometime." Cousin Mel reminded him uneasily.
"I know."
"Get yourself in shape. Don't let those noble ladies laugh at you when the time comes."
"You should worry about yourself instead."
And so, after their brief reunion, the two Knight Orders headed in different directions, returning home along the Double River Trade Route.
The journey there had taken a week, but the return took only three days.
The moment the Knight Order left the snowfields, entered Red Bat Cave, and set foot on Charcoal Ash Avenue, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
They had eaten poorly and slept poorly on the snowfields, surrounded day after day by nothing but monotonous white. It was mental torture for anyone.
Especially for someone like Russell, who felt uncomfortable all over if he went a day without bathing. Going more than ten days without one was misery beyond imagination. And after every battle, he would be drenched in foul sweat, making it even worse.
"We're back!" a knight shouted.