"They actually made it all the way over there... The Canary Mountains... that really is far away."
Nora and Grisha sighed in unison.
Both of them were White Crow people; no White Crow person was unfamiliar with the Canary Mountains.
The Canary Mountains marked the border between the Saint Mir Empire and the White Crow Duchy. Now that the White Crow Duchy had been swallowed by the White Calamity, the Canary Mountains had become the very edge of civilization.
"That place is still far from us. We'll need to find somewhere to stay along the way... Don't worry, this area is Duke Alvaray's territory. I know it well. Several manors are in my father's name—we can go there when the time comes."
"Huh? Didn't the Resistance Army capture this area? Wouldn't we be walking right into a trap?"
Hunter smiled confidently. "How could that be? Duke Alvaray surrendered much faster than the Expeditionary Force advanced. Besides, the Expeditionary Force hasn't finished the war yet, so they have no time to worry about this place. They've only stationed troops in a few major cities. We just need to go around them."
"I-Is that so?" Grisha scratched his head.
"Of course. So don't worry..."
"Careful, there's a group of cavalry to the south!" Nora suddenly said. The other two jolted in alarm, and Hunter hurriedly fumbled open his pack.
He prepared to take out his musket.
"Don't panic. They're very far away. They can't see us from this distance. I only noticed them because I'm a Transcendent. We just need to move away."
Hunter and Grisha turned to look south. Sure enough, they could see nothing—perhaps only a few tiny dots on the horizon.
Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.
"Cavalry? Can you see the crest on them?" Hunter