The wind from Gust of Wind did not blow in exactly the same direction as the sea breeze, wasting part of its force. But there was no helping it—without anyone handling the sails, changing the wind direction was indeed easier.
The sea breeze was gentle tonight, which was good news. The [Conch] only needed a slight Speed Boost to leave them behind, the distance visibly widening.
Nearly two minutes passed. Just as the ship's speed had picked up, the wind gradually began to weaken.
The base duration of Gust of Wind was one minute. Anse had higher charisma, but even he could only control it for less than two minutes.
But spells were hardly so rigid. He did not need to cast it again; as long as he maintained his concentration and fed magic into it while sustaining the spell, a small amount of magic could extend Gust of Wind by several minutes. It was highly cost-effective.
This time, he tried weakening the wind to extend its duration. Though he had to make occasional adjustments to the wind direction, the results were far better than the first time.
Yet several minutes passed, and there was still no sign whatsoever of the support Tich had expected.
Ragnar's expression turned grim. She had arranged this personally, and the people carrying it out were all trusted guards. She had never expected to be stabbed in the back.
"Maybe it was just an accident," Tich consoled her.
Ragnar said nothing. Once she returned, those people would surely have plenty of convincing excuses prepared. But who could say whether it had truly been an accident or merely an excuse?
"Find a berth and drop anchor!" Anse looked at the row of dock lights not far away and decided docking would be safer. If they waited