"We've arrived, Young Master Merlin, Young Lady Catrine."
Hearing this, Merlin gave a slow nod to Catrine, who immediately understood his meaning.
The two carefully stepped down from the horse-drawn carriage and looked ahead at the dense forest before them. The forest lay about eight kilometers from the city of Droswen and stretched across a fairly large natural area.
"Young Master Merlin, shall I accompany you inside?" the coachman asked respectfully.
He was a soldier himself, doubling as their bodyguard.
"No need," Merlin replied, shaking his head. "My sister and I will go alone. As far as I remember, there are plenty of soldiers patrolling ahead, so we'll be safe."
To investigate the outbreak, his father had deployed over a hundred soldiers. While they hadn't found any results yet, the forest itself could be considered secure.
The coachman didn't insist. Merlin was right—the soldiers ahead made the area reasonably safe.
