At once, Ducal City dispatched a force of ten thousand men to hurry to the rear and investigate the situation.
Gus was certain that Nalant and the others, whom he believed dead, were already on their way back to the small city.
However, they were traveling several times slower on the return journey than they had while fleeing.
After all, although their mounts had received a brief rest, that did not mean they had fully recovered.
To avoid further overexerting their mounts and leaving them unable to fight later, they unanimously asked to slow down.
The group also took the opportunity to rest a little.
"Now that I've got the Bone Dragon's bones, I should be able to trade them for a few drops of dragon blood when I run into the Dragon Clan!"
Nalant lay leisurely in the carriage, his gaze directed toward the other human continent that was drawing ever closer to the Sacred Continent.
Before leaving the mountain hollow, he had not discarded those enormous dragon bones.
Instead, he had placed them directly into storage.
Speaking of which, that had cost Nalant quite a bit of magic power and mental strength.
If not for yesterday's haul of Wonder Fruit that had replenished him greatly, he probably would not have been able to store that Bone Dragon away.
Of course, that was also thanks to the peculiar nature of the storage space: its interior was not fixed and unchanging.
Rather, it could change according to the shape of the items Nalant stored within it.
This allowed the usefulness of the storage space to be brought to its utmost limit.
It was also one of the specialized abilities of spatial mages.
Items such as spatial rings could not achieve such a thing.
After pondering for a while, Nalant felt