"I'll tell you when we're near the capital."
Those were Isolde's words before she reappeared in the front seat of the Manatech Jeepney, just beside the driver's seat, and fell silent, staring out into the distance once more to appreciate the passing scenery.
The wind aggressively brushed past their skin.
For the next few days, all the jeepney did was advance towards the capital at an unbelievable rate.
They would only stop for exactly eight and a half hours to sleep and have dinner whenever night came, then have breakfast at dawn.
Other than that, only fifteen minutes to eat lunch.
The headmistress had prepared a small Void Dimension where they could handle nature's business and take quick baths on the go.
Of course, when the driver has to go, they would have to stop.
It seemed that the mission was truly urgent, making Hal's mood turn cold and serious.
Perhaps he would be sent to fight the fell?
