The distance between Amber City and Gealorre Capital wasn’t that far. Should Benjamin take flight at high speed, he would be able to reach Carretas Palace a little over an hour.
However, he had to bring someone along with him and that would slow down his speed quite a tad.
"You’re sure?" Benjamin turned his head back midair, and asked Miles solemnly, "The King really wants to see me and not setting a trap waiting for me?"
Miles nodded, "Trust me, the King is perplexed over the Church."
Benjamin sounded contemptuous, "But... Wasn’t he the one who looked for the Church in the first place?"
"Yeah." Miles continued, "But, people make mistakes. The King sensed he was inching to becoming the Church’s puppet and losing authority, so he regretted."
Benjamin went deep into thought and said no more.
