Three days passed. It sounded like something out of a Hollywood movie, but they really were out of time.
Tomorrow, just tomorrow, the ship bound for Millis would arrive. If they missed this chance, there was no telling how long they would have to wait before they could leave the Demon Continent again.
They had no more time to wait. Their families were still waiting for them on the Central Continent.
It was not as though they had thought of no alternatives over those three days. Crossing the sea with Flight Magic, teleporting across with Limitless-every plan they could think of had been put on the table and worked through, then crossed out one by one.
The reason was simple enough to drive them to despair: not one of them knew which direction Millis lay in.
A vast ocean separated the Demon Continent from Millis. Once they took to the sky, they would see the same blue in every direction. They were far more likely to become lost at sea than to reach Millis.
Besides, Flight Magic, teleportation, and the like all had their own limitations.
Flight Magic could not affect other people; it could only make the caster fly. Meanwhile, Limitless could not take everyone along in a single long-distance teleport.
"Damn it!"
Radeus was rather frustrated. Only now, faced with this situation, did he realize how lacking his magic was when he needed it. Had he known this would happen, he should have brought Rudeus along to research more practical magic with Betty.
Betty was a genuine master in the field of magic, but even a master could do nothing about the fatal prerequisite of "not knowing the direction."
Whether they teleported or flew, nothing was worth discussing if they did not even know which direction their destination