Dago led Tracy onward along the hillside, passing through woods, wheat fields, and several small villages-
At last, beside a stream strewn with dead leaves, they spotted a gray castle standing on the cliff of a low hill.
The closer he came to this place from his "memories," the more clearly Dago felt an inexplicable stirring deep within his soul.
Countless images, both strange and familiar, kept surfacing from the depths of his mind, like old shells buried beneath a beach and washed free by the waves. Dago remained in a peculiar state the entire time.
Seemingly sensing the shift in his mood, Tracy made no attempt to talk to him, an unusual occurrence for her, and remained quiet.
They rode up the mountain along a gravel path. As they passed through a sparse grove of shrubs, Dago caught a faint scent of blood on the oncoming wind.
"Looks like you came back just in time."
Holding the reins, Tracy raised her head and sniffed lightly, then spoke to Dago in a languid voice.
Dago nodded. "Normally, we should have encountered guards on duty back at the foot of the mountain."
He extended his spiritual power and soon took in everything happening at the summit.
His expression barely changed. Instead, a peculiar look crossed his face as he gently touched his chest.
As for resolving the fusion of the different souls within him, Spirit Wizard Ewakuai had advised him to find a way to fulfill his predecessor's unresolved obsessions.
That was why Dago had decided to come home, but he had never understood what the original "Dago" had been obsessed with.
Only now did he finally gain some insight.
"Take your time... I'll go ahead and have a look."
Dago lowered his hand and spoke calmly to Tracy. Then, without