A cavalry group consisted of about hundred knights sped through the wide boulevard, leaving trails of dust and dirt.
Merlin, with his eyes closed, was meditating inside the carriage which was traveling among the troop.
'The Mind Power should be enough to construct a second Spell Model!'
Not bothered at all by the bumpy carriage ride, Merlin opened his eyes while the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. He was currently following Old Wilson's knight troop to Blackwater City.
Merlin had no idea what Old Wilson had guessed from the captives' words, but Old Wilson's serious expression at that time revealed he must have understood something.
"It's only afternoon now. At this speed, we'll probably arrive in Blackwater City tomorrow morning. I should take advantage of this time to construct Frost's Spell Model in my Awareness," Merlin muttered in a low voice as he drew the curtain and looked at the sky.
