After dinner, the two were still reluctant to part, so they simply went outside the tent and found a quiet patch of grass where they leaned against each other in silence.
In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived, and Nalant's party was finally ready to depart.
"Nalant, you must take good care of yourself. Remember, I'll be waiting for you!"
Stella threw herself into Nalant's arms, resting against his shoulder as she softly reminded him.
"Stella, don't worry. I'll definitely take good care of myself. You, on the other hand, must be happy in Sacred City. I swear, I won't make you wait too long!" Feeling Stella's arms tighten around him, Nalant lovingly patted her back.
"Mmm!" Stella nodded and let go of Nalant, her eyes slightly red.
Nalant smiled faintly at her, then swung himself onto White Dragon.
"Set off!"
"By my lord's order, set off!"
At once, Nalant's subordinates began their journey.
Nalant gave Stella another affectionate smile before following the party.
"Nalant, promise me you'll be safe!"
Watching Nalant's departing figure, the glittering tears Stella had been holding back finally spilled from her eyes.
The journey home went fairly smoothly, with no need to worry about attacks from Dark Creatures along the way.
Moreover, Nalant's party had enough carriages, making the entire group seem more like they were sightseeing on their way home.
Nalant, in particular, was an exceedingly generous lord. Whenever supplies ran short, he would wave his hand and simply buy, buy, buy.
His subordinates had fought bravely in the Land of Death, and now, after the war, they finally received Nalant's generous rewards.
However, one amusing thing was worth mentioning: during the return journey, Nalant encountered an interesting situation.
Because his subordinates had grown stronger, and because the grueling battle