By the time Thor was busy recruiting people all over the place, Gorsa, who had been away from the Kema Principality for several years, had finally set foot on this familiar land once more.
After receiving Ula's letter before the Sigh, he had decided to make a trip back. But on the way, Gorsa had neither used Witchcraft to hurry along nor taken a convenient, fast airship. Instead, he had walked back from the Far North Lands all by himself, leaning on a wooden staff that reached his chest and taking his time.
The towering Wall of Sighs blocked the cold currents from the north. The Kema Principality had only just entered spring, yet the temperature had already begun to rise sharply.
That made a man like Gorsa, completely covered by a loose gray cloak, stand out conspicuously.
Passersby on the roadside occasionally cast curious glances his way, but none approached to ask him anything. No one even discussed him.
Someone who behaved strangely might simply have an eccentric personality, but they could also be a Wizard.
Ordinary people had no desire to cross paths with Wizards unless they had to.
Gorsa walked along the road all by himself. It looked more like a leisurely outing than a journey.
He was in no hurry. Plenty of people were in a hurry on his behalf.
On the second day after Gorsa entered Kema territory, a group of soldiers met him on the road.
Their leader was a Tier 1 Official Wizard. Behind him stood a splendid carriage pulled by four fine horses.
"Lord Gorsa, Grand Duke Kira sent us to escort you."
Gorsa glanced at the Wizard who had come to meet him and smiled. "Kira wouldn't send a carriage to fetch me. Don't you know I'm good at traveling?"
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