The trip continues from Lunor City to arrive in Dourstad. The charioteers took the right-hand route at the first intersection, as before.
Since they set out at night, there were not many horse-drawn carriages crossing the road, not even a single one. It was quiet and cold, with only the sound of the wind blowing across the vast treeless plain.
"Are we going to be okay here?" asked one of the summoners, a woman.
Aiden cleared his throat. Aiden stood guard on the right side of the carriage, while Rachel was on the left. They kept an eye on the surrounding area through the small window on the carriage.
"We'll be fine," Aiden replied.
Aiden's words were enough to calm them down. Sure enough, nothing bad happened to them during their journey.
From the front, the charioteer spoke through the small window that connected the carriage to the charioteer's area.
"Sir, Dourstad City is ahead," the charioteer said, Aiden clearing his throat.
