Letters cut off by the mountains’ ridges,
Winter turning into spring.
With trepidation I approach my homeland,
Fearing to ask locals passing by.
Heading straight north, the nearer I approached that familiar land, the more I experienced the "trepidation of approaching my homeland." However, due to the worsening circumstances, it was impossible for me to back down even if I wanted to.
Since it was fated to be unavoidable, I might as well face it head-on.
Under my request, the Borealis stopped at every single town, and I would disembark from the ship to inspect the situation there.
Due to the frequent stops, the journey to East Mist Communal Country that should have only taken a week dragged on for two months.
