As soon as Sylas finished securing his funds, he promptly began preparations for departure, moving so quickly that the count was taken aback.
"Aren't you rushing things a bit? At least wait until the weather warms up a little," the count advised.
"The weather is more than warm enough for me, Father. As I travel, spring will come before I know it," Sylas replied.
Having lived as a common hunter for fifteen years in his previous life, Sylas was no stranger to the harshness of winter. A journey with ample winter gear as a noble was hardly a challenge, especially with inns lined up along the main roads.
"The journey itself won't be difficult, so please don't worry," Sylas reassured him.
"Hmm, that may be true…" the count murmured, still unable to completely hide his worry. He, too, had once been a wandering knight, so he understood the reality of Sylas's words. Yet as a father, he couldn't help but be concerned.
