Lancelot recklessly entered the territory of Ingris.
Well, actually no one paid particular attention to him, so he simply summoned a spirit horse, crossed the continuous mountains and endless plains, disembarked at a border city of Ingris, then took a train to a city called Furse.
Well, he knew his destination should be Worton.
Lancelot could swear that he wasn't afraid of facing his past, but there was no need to rush to the end point so quickly when there were so many beautiful scenery to enjoy along the way, right?
So he picked up two suitcases filled with daily necessities and weapons, walked out of Furse Train Station, and towering columns of fire lined both sides of the road.
"Interesting, I didn't expect to see the torches of the Primordial Flame when I returned to Ingris, and it seems that no one is stopping them from reaching out their hands to Ingris. Did they compromise?"
