Mattheus checked the time, finding it a bit after midnight.
"Are we looking for a place to make camp for the night then?" the twenty-one-year-old asked after putting away his pocket watch.
Illarion, who had slowed down his pace, stopped with a nudge of his feet toward the faerie horse. He tugged the reins, moving the horse's head a bit to make a turn.
"No," Illarion replied. "We will head to the town that sent the extermination request."
Mattheus became surprised. He made to follow the marquess, quickly leveling his air bike to line up and keep pace beside the leader of the Wild Hunt after taking over driving.
"That's different from what we've done the past two weeks," the young doctor couldn't help but remark. "I was given the impression that the Wild Hunt avoided communities because of… well, the risk to your citizens becoming the hunted."
