Several more days passed at House Boreas.
The peaceful days after settling in truly felt like another lifetime.
Their journey home was over.
At House Boreas, everyone felt as though they had returned to the embrace of civilization.
Soft beds, exquisite meals, and servants ready at any moment.
It all felt somewhat unreal.
After all, out on the road, they could hardly afford to be picky.
Alice had not slept in a large, cushioned bed for three years.
Now, all of a sudden, she was back to the life of a pampered young lady, with everything done for her.
It really did take some getting used to.
Yet whenever Cui Ciyou looked at Alice, he could not help wondering.
He wondered how Alice, born into the highest ranks of Humanfolk nobility,
could be so comfortable with the hardships of an adventurer's life.
In fact, Alice was the only person in their party who truly felt at home living as an adventurer.
Even Rujierd, who was over five hundred years old, was merely persevering.
To celebrate Alice and Cui Ciyou's safe return,
Philip Boreas Greyrat held an exceptionally lavish welcome banquet at his home.
Every noble of standing in the territory attended.
Glasses clinked, and the atmosphere was lively.
Yet amid all the noise and splendor, Cui Ciyou remained entirely sober.
After dealing with wave after wave of nobles coming to toast him,
he walked alone onto the manor's balcony, letting the cool night breeze brush his cheeks.
Sauros had already publicly declared Cui Ciyou the third-generation head of House Boreas.
After Cui Ciyou returned, Philip had also pressured James to return his two sons.
But something else still weighed on Cui Ciyou's mind.
The search-and-rescue team far away in Milbotz Territory, in the southern Central Continent.
After gaining the ability