From Lander to Shreveport, they would have to cross nearly the whole of America. Even on horseback, with Lawrence's magecraft enhancing them, it would probably take half a month to arrive.
That was without factoring in possible interference from the Celts.
And for most of that journey, they would be constantly on the move.
"Master, are you tired? Do you want to stop and rest for a while?" It was already noon. Mash, riding ahead of Fujimaru Ritsuka, turned back and asked him.
"Yeah, let's rest a little. I'm getting hungry too." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not refuse and nodded.
He understood the principle of not overdoing things. Back in the French Singularity, he had contracted with too many Servants, and after returning to Chaldea, Roman had given him a thorough scolding. His Magic Circuits had hurt for a long time afterward as well.
"Is there still any rations left from Chaldea? If not, remember to have the doctor send some over." Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed his slightly sore thigh and asked Mash.
"There's still some left. It should be enough for today and tomorrow." Mash checked their remaining supplies and smiled as she nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Dismounting and leaning against the roots of a large tree by the roadside, Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted his head back and sighed. "Ah, even now, I still want to say this—I really miss the days when I could lie on my bed and play games."
"Saving the world was never something I'd even thought about before."
"What was your life like before, Senpai?" Mash gently leaned against Fujimaru Ritsuka's side, looking into his eyes with mild curiosity.
"My old life? It was just ordinary." Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the sky through gaps in the leaves, feeling the breeze across this North American land as he