Locke and Edgar accepted the Silent Witch's gifts. After another rather lengthy award ceremony and his relatively brief acceptance speech, carriages began leaving the Silent Throne.
The magic carriages departed from the Silent Throne and traveled in all directions.
One competition had come to an end. Victory was cause for joy, and defeat was cause for celebration too.
After the grand event at Cloud Marsh Wetland, many wizards had to hurry back and work overtime. Many Second-Ring Wizards had come here using clone magic, while their true bodies or clones were still working.
Locke and the others each boarded a magic carriage hired by Golden Crown Mountain. In less than half a day, they crossed mountains and ridges, passing through dozens of mortal nations.
From plains to high mountains, from hills to swamps, they crossed distances that mortals would find difficult to traverse in a lifetime, returning to the Golden Crown Mountain District.
However, because the journey was long and they were not traveling by being teleported this time, the three of them each sat in a magic carriage and gradually grew drowsy.
Preston leaned against the carriage and yawned.
"The Academy's arrangements this time are pretty good. The First-Class Wizard Apprentice coachman we hired is a wizard specializing in the Beast Taming Magic branch of the Summoning School. No wonder riding in his carriage is so comfortable."
She lazily leaned against the carriage and gradually fell asleep.
In another magic carriage, Antoine frowned. The carriage convoy had now entered a mountainous mortal territory. In this region, a Junior Academy established by Little Rest Mountain stood atop a mountain.
That Junior Academy had a Second-Class Wizard Apprentice from Little Rest Mountain. The old man wore a headmaster's robes and, under the reverent gazes of the young men and women in