On a narrow path winding through dense woods and mountain streams in this borderland, a figure raced forward at breakneck speed.
She was so fast she seemed to be flying just above the ground. Ordinary people couldn't compare, and even the swiftest steeds seemed to lag far behind.
The travelers walking along the path and the farmers from nearby villages only felt a strange gust of wind sweep past. By the time they reacted and looked toward the sound, they couldn't see anything at all.
The figure racing ahead like a strange gust of wind was, of course, Elena!
"..."
Deeply worried about Clare, she was giving it everything she had and racing at full speed toward the place Laki had mentioned. Even though she had already reached her limit, she still wished she could go faster.
And with her heart full of worry and uncertainty, she had no intention of stopping to rest.
At last!
"..."
After racing for a full half-day, she finally reached the town of Gnarul that Laki had mentioned, just before dusk, before darkness fell. She came to a stop in the little town, which had long since become a ruin.
In any case, Elena was more than ten times faster than Laki, and she had raced without stopping, paying no heed to the depletion of her yoki. With a clear destination in mind, she naturally needed only half a day to cover the several days' journey that Laki had made by walking, stopping, staggering along, and occasionally taking the wrong road.
"Have we arrived?"
"This is the place?"
(Д≡д)!?
As soon as Elena stopped, a certain troublesome little girl instantly teleported to her side and began curiously surveying her surroundings.
Annie wasn't foolish enough to travel alongside that silly Elena. She had gone off