The sea lay 1,500 kilometers to the east. The coast had already been sealed in ice. Saleen flew at a steady pace. The True Might saw that the person who had killed his son was able to fly a magical tower and immediately deduced Saleen's identity.
"Damn it. It was actually Metatrin's king!"
The True Might discovered the flying magical tower, and there was only one flying tower on the continent. Perhaps other people could create flying equipment, but they would not be able to move people's hearts as much as the Magical Element Tower.
He had heard rumors about Saleen. Even in the northern wilderness, Saleen's name was unmistakable. Ever since Metatrin Kingdom had been established, the power of the Holy See was no longer as pervasive in the northern wilderness. The barbarians who had escaped into the wilderness had slowly begun to leave. They had returned into Metatrin Kingdom's borders and led a decent life.
