"You see? Up ahead is the boundary of Tatshaw Territory."
This was an exceptionally broad road, flat and smooth, with vibrant life flourishing on both sides.
Carriages passed constantly along the road. No one noticed that inside one seemingly ordinary carriage sat a Level-Eight Druid.
Nor would anyone notice that the tall young man riding alongside that carriage was a Level-Seven Knight.
Even if they did notice, in Tatshaw Territory, high-level professionals like them would not draw much attention as they would elsewhere.
After all, their lord, Lord Romon, was himself a Fifteenth-Level Archdruid. The Aisk Kingdom's only Druid School had also been built in Rock Town within Tatshaw Territory. One might run into a Druid professional simply by walking down the street.
And it was not only Druids. Knights, Mages—figures who would absolutely count as rarities in other territories—were by no means scarce in Tatshaw Territory.
As a Level-Seven Knight and a Level-Eight Druid, they would not find themselves surrounded and gawked at by commoners here.
"Felas, did you sense it?" The Level-Eight Druid seated in the carriage suddenly said, "An energy fluctuation."
A Level-Seven Knight's senses were already quite strong, but the Knight Felas tried his utmost to feel for it and sensed nothing. "Sili, I didn't feel anything."
"Forget it." Sili, the Level-Eight Druid, lowered the carriage curtain and said calmly, "That power may have been a spell fluctuation artificially created by someone. Keep moving."
"Mm. If we pick up the pace, we can reach Rock Town before dark. I heard the Giant Eagle Academy is located there," Felas said.
Their previously slow pace immediately quickened.
"Huh? Is this Tatshaw Territory?" A clear, lovely voice rang out curiously.
About two kilometers away from Sili and Felas, another group was traveling—some on horseback, others in carriages.
A brown-haired