Młynar straightened up and solemnly bid Claude farewell. This middle-aged man, whose face always carried a gloomy expression, now had something different mixed into his gaze. He seemed to be sighing with emotion, yet also looking forward to something.
Claude nodded slightly. He understood what the other man wanted to say. From their very first meeting, he had known that although this middle-aged man appeared indifferent to everything, there was still a light in his heart that Kazimierz's knights no longer possessed. And they both knew exactly what they were looking forward to.
"Oh, and this." Claude took out a map and unfolded it, revealing a route drawn across it. Notes were attached to every key point along the way.
"From here to Kazimierz, I've made the trip back and forth twice, at least. You'll get there faster if you follow this route, and there are plenty of supply points along the way. With your strength, you won't be afraid of bandits or anything, but it'll still be troublesome if you can't find food. When you reach the Great Knight Territory, you'd better contact Grand Knight Russell and have them make arrangements for you. Otherwise, getting into the city could be a hassle. Those people from the Commercial Union, from what I've heard, still haven't given up over the years. There are plenty of their people at the checkpoints too."
The two young men spread the map across the hood of the vehicle and discussed the route marked on it. Meanwhile, Młynar turned back to glance at the city. It no longer had the oppressive atmosphere of other Ursus cities. Instead, it brimmed with vibrant vitality. He did not know how many years it had been since he had last seen such a sight, but perhaps he would be able