Feeling both relieved and dejected, Misha realized that these people didn't give a damn about whose daughter she was. Even the weirdo kept a proper distance, not showing any signs of fawning over her.
But that's exactly what Misha wanted. Ange was already an Archmage, who could even transform into a Dragon God at Little Yellow Dragon's 'summon'. He was even more powerful than her own father.
The rest of them were also incredibly powerful. Even the weirdo had the strength comparable to the Sword Of Truth. If her father was here, he would have to curry favor with them too.
Two hours later, they covered a straight-line distance of three hundred kilometers, entering deep into the swamp.
Pulling out the map, Misha looked astoundedly at Lightning and Hemel. "What kind of horses are you two? Three hundred kilometers in two hours? My fastest speed when flying in the sky doesn't exceed that."
Lighting smirked, muttered a few words into Hemel's ear.
