In Saint Grad City, they had found the search and rescue team Paul had founded.
Unfortunately, they had not met Paul, Rorze, or the others.
But they had learned where Paul and his companions were.
He had also asked Carl to send Paul a letter.
It would tell him to hurry back and stop searching for them.
"But who was that black-haired guy on the Begaritt Continent?"
"Black hair... aside from me, people with black hair in this world should belong to the North God clan, right?"
"North God II, or North God III?"
They had also brought the thousand-strong Relief Corps under the Boreas name.
Rebuilding the Boreas Territory would still require plenty of manpower.
He would have to discuss it with Philip once he returned. Forget Sauros.
He could not stand that booming voice of his.
The Relief Corps members would choose whether to remain in Saint Grad or return to Roa City in Fittoa.
Finally, once all of that was settled...
He would go to Ranoa University of Magic to find Roxy.
The breakfast table naturally became the setting for the Relief Corps' first official planning meeting.
Cui Ciyou laid out all the ideas he had been considering.
Carl and the others nodded as they listened, agreeing with his plans.
Carl asked, "Ciyou... what about you?"
Cui Ciyou said, "Sylphy and I need to go back to Roa."
"Once we've dealt with things there, we'll head to Ranoa University of Magic."
"Roa."
The name stirred complicated feelings in everyone.
After all, this search and rescue team had been established to save Fittoa's hero.
More than ninety percent of its members were natives of Fittoa.
Carl and Dak were the mother-and-son leaders of a merchant caravan that had once traveled between the Fitoia Territory and Ars, the Royal