The Castle was not exactly close, but it was not too far away either.
They just had to follow the street toward the center and pass through three alleys.
The rain had stopped completely, but there were still few pedestrians on the streets. After all, the downpour had been heavy, and it was still morning.
Even the sun had come out.
Slanting sunlight spilled through the gaps between the houses, scattering patches of light across the ground. It felt rather pleasant on their skin.
Even while walking, Lilia could not stop horsing around.
She ran around the Small Plaza, chased chickens and ducks, jumped onto the fountain's edge and back down, and occasionally struck a pose and swung her sword a few times.
Fortunately, hardly anyone was around. On an ordinary crowded day, she could easily have hit someone.
Once they passed through this alley, they would reach the area around the Castle.
But Rhode began to feel that something was off.
He kept feeling as though a pair of eyes nearby was watching him.
Had it started when we left the Magic Tower?
Probably not.
It seemed that the feeling had only begun after they passed through the first alley.
Of course, this was not simply Rhode's sixth sense.
When he stopped and focused, he could sense a faint mana surge nearby.
Though it had clearly been suppressed and concealed.
Someone was definitely watching him from the shadows.
Could it be an assassin?
If so, who sent them?
Blackmoore?
Or Hearthglen?
Neither seems to have much reason.
I've been pretty convincing as "one of their own." I shouldn't have given anything away.
Of course, Rhode was not particularly panicked.
Even if it is an assassin, what can they do?
*There shouldn't be many people in this city who can