The journey from the Academy of Summoners to the capital of the Evandiel Duchy, where the family manor Zach would be returning to was located, wasn't the longest distance one could travel in a straight line in the empire. The trip between the eastern and western borders was significantly greater.
But it was still a trip that took up to a week, depending on the horses pulling the carriage. With the week Zach had already spent in a coma, half a month of the three-month holiday was already gone. Then, he had to factor in the return trip and any eventual delays. A month. Gone. Just like that.
Fortunately, it didn't bother Zach too much. He could lie down, relax, joke with Nora, rest his head on Yanael's lap when Nora drove the carriage, or sleep.
However, after a day, Zach remembered something.
Yanael's sense of direction was at the same level as his.
