Although Jiang Yang now had a pair of black-and-white wings he could use, he had no intention of flying there.
He was not an angel, after all. There was no need to increase the Holy See's influence.
After leaving Jerusalem, the two headed north along the Mediterranean Sea.
Along the way.
They passed several docks.
Jiang Yang saw large numbers of commoners being brought to this land, along with vast quantities of supplies. The nobles who had received fiefs began building up their own domains here.
Although this was the front line, the noble lords were extremely confident in the power of the Holy See and the crusaders.
Since the Crusades began, they had swept all before them, taking Jerusalem outright and reclaiming the Holy City. This had given an enormous boost to morale in the Western world.
The two traveled on horseback, riding by day and resting at night.
Sometimes they slept in the wilderness, and sometimes they found an inn to rest in.
Along the way.
The two gradually grew familiar with each other.
Ated the Witcher was not a cold man. On the contrary, he was warm and talkative, showing no sign at all of being someone who had once abducted Jerusalem's princess.
Puzzled by this, Jiang Yang asked.
"Ated, why weren't you arrested after abducting the king's daughter?"
"Well, I didn't actually abduct the princess. That adorable little thing found where I lived and asked me to take her away to find that witch."
"Jiang Yang, you might not believe this, but that little princess was the one who guided me along the road to the Witch Forest."
"Otherwise, how could the ladies of the Witch Forest possibly have let a Witcher steeped in a devil's aura like me enter?"
Ated waved his hand and shrugged