In the parlor of Earl Milford's residence, flames danced fiercely in the fireplace, casting a reddish glow along the edges of the velvet sofas and chairs while bringing much-needed warmth to the lofty room. The crackling fire and burning wood added a touch of movement to the silent space.
Hughberlian's hands rested on her knees, and her expression was complicated, as if she were pondering something.
"May I ask, why did the Nirvana Holy Son leave the Northwest Province in such a hurry?"
Hughberlian looked toward Earl Milford and posed her question.
Although she knew Earl Milford's intelligence could not be wrong, she was still worried that this might be a trap.
"It seems something happened in the north of the Empire, so Nirvana Bishop Askesang transferred him to the far north."
Earl Milford rubbed his beard in confusion. He found it strange. How serious did the trouble in the north have to be for Nirvana Bishop to transfer even the Nirvana Holy Son there?
It was almost as if someone were helping Hughberlian by drawing all the fire away from her.
Earl Milford was certain that the Nirvana Holy Son had already taken the Magic Rail route to Box Mountain Province, the northern transportation hub, and had then started traveling north.
"If the Nirvana Holy Son can't finish his mission quickly, he may not be back within seven days. But even if he returns in the next few days, I'll immediately help you plan a route to the imperial capital, Helrom, that avoids him."
Earl Milford added this.
He felt that the mission this young priestess carried was simply too heavy. Since she finally had a chance to rest, he did not want her burdened any further.
"Phew."
Hearing this, Hughberlian finally relaxed completely. Her taut heart grew almost