Sean's hometown lay in the southernmost reaches of the Norant Kingdom. In a world with such a medieval setting, getting there quickly was almost impossible.
Unless they used magic.
Kroya could certainly afford the cost. Even transporting an entire army directly to the Southern Frontier would hardly have been a big deal.
Still, he specifically instructed the apprentices to bring enough Living Weapons and travel the long distance from north to south, collecting magical beasts and magic plants along the way to fill out their catalog and draw maps.
To ensure their safety throughout the journey, Kroya not only submitted applications to the Mage Association and the Norant Royal Court, but also openly announced in the Mage Lord Alliance that his people would be heading to the Southern Frontier.
He was now a Level Five Mage, while the highest level in the Mage Lord Alliance was only six. With that rank, he had no reason to hide anything.
In the world of mages, strength was everything.
So he barely needed to say a word. The moment the announcement went out, responses came from people all along their route.
They included the Greenwood Lord, the Rockridge Lord, the Demon Marsh Lord... and the Flame Mountain Lord, with whom he had kept in contact.
They all promised to offer as much assistance as possible.
Among them was an acquaintance: the Flame Mountain Lord, who had been buying large quantities of food from Kroya to feed a red dragon. His territory lay in the Southern Frontier.
Kroya told Lina that she must visit the Flame Mountain Lord first. The two of them were on reasonably good terms.
They should get enough information from him before going on to mediate the war and, while they were at it... collect a few things to bring