"Achoo!" Merlin suddenly sneezed loudly.
"What's going on? Who's talking about me?" He frowned, glancing around in confusion.
His intuition told him someone had just mentioned him, but he couldn't prove it.
"What's wrong with you?" Lyserra lifted her head, eyeing him curiously.
Merlin shook his head and gently rubbed her head.
"Nothing. By the way, where were we?"
Lyserra felt a flicker of annoyance at his touch, but since it had been unexpectedly pleasant, she reluctantly let it pass and laid her head back down lazily.
"About your next departure—where do you want to go now?"
"Oh, right. We're heading to the capital of Fenrath," he replied with a small smile.
"The capital of Fenrath?" Lyserra's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Is it far?"
"Yes, quite far. If I'm not mistaken, it takes six to seven days to travel from Dralmor," Merlin explained.
Fenrath was the kingdom's capital—the heart of Aldoria and the most prosperous city in the country.
