"Could you not stay for a few more days?" Perhaps out of his habits from his past life, Glen posed this question.

"I appreciate your kind intention, yet my purpose in staying was merely to see how you were faring. Now that I perceive you are well, it is time for me to depart."

Danni maintained a gentle smile throughout.

Glen pondered briefly and then inquired, "I recollect that Bult should currently be in Intor City of the Zern Kingdom. Which route do you intend to take?"

"I've had my plans well - laid. This place is rather close to the Uso River. Ricky and I will take a ferry there to reach Bult's location."

"As it happens, I also have plans to go out. Why not let me escort you to the Uso River first?" Glen stated forthrightly upon hearing this.

His magic lessons were nearly complete, and it would not be too late to seek further clarification from Daof regarding the remaining matters.

The thought of allowing this mother - son duo to leave alone filled him with unease, thus prompting this decision.

Moreover, there was little to fret about here. The store had minimal business for the time being, and Luther and the others were quite capable of managing it.

The same held true for the farm. He could simply give Tia and the others some instructions and then ask the old neighbor or the puppet siblings to keep an eye on it.

Danni was taken aback by Glen's proposal. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Will this not cause an inconvenience to your affairs?"

"Certainly not. It will have no impact on me whatsoever," Glen replied with conviction.

Seeing this, Danni could only nod in agreement.

And so, the following day.

Glen first reached an agreement with Cliff, who had arrived, instructing him to liaise with Luther in the coming days. Only then did he pack his things and set off with the mother - son pair.

Having made all the necessary arrangements, Glen was not overly concerned about potential mishaps.

After all, Dudd was in a special situation at present, and the security there was assured.

Furthermore, Glen had heard that apart from the formidable female knight, Fitt, who had remained, several other remarkable individuals had been dispatched from above.

Only someone with a complete lack of sense would cause trouble in Dudd during this period.

The journey passed without incident, and they smoothly arrived at the Uso River.

This was a vast expanse of water. Gazing across it, the opposite bank was scarcely visible, likely due to the region's proximity to the sea.

The river was dotted with large three - masted sailing ships, and the area was teeming with people, all attired for a long journey.

It was a bustling port scene.

By inquiring with specific service personnel, they learned of the vessel that met their requirements.

After purchasing the tickets, all they needed to do was board the ship and await its departure.

Before their departure, Glen gave a series of admonitions, advising Danni to conceal her valuables to prevent them from arousing envy.

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Danni listened attentively and committed everything to memory. For a moment, it seemed as if the roles of the siblings had been reversed.

Ricky was loath to part with Glen. He wept incessantly in Danni's arms, and no amount of soothing could quiet him.

However, what must come will come, and those who must leave will leave.

Even as the ship slowly pulled away, Danni continued to wave goodbye to Glen from the railing.

Ricky, too, waved his tiny hand, his words indistinguishable amidst the commotion.

Even with Glen's acute hearing, it was impossible to discern what was being said in such a noisy environment.

Glen stood there for a moment, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

After leaving the Uso River, Glen journeyed eastward.

Unfamiliar with the routes, he sought out a coachman who regularly traveled long - distance routes. After inquiring about the general direction of The Demonfall Valley, he set off directly.

He made his way while asking for directions, so his progress was not rapid.

As night descended.

After a day of travel, Glen found himself in the wilderness, preparing to find a spot to build a fire and rest.

However, at some point, the wind direction shifted, and Glen's nose detected the scent of a stranger.

Someone? And not too distant... He looked in the direction from which the scent wafted.

There was no road in that area; it was a desolate expanse of wilderness where one would not expect to encounter anyone.

Given that it was already pitch - black and he had no desire to continue traveling, and to avoid being ambushed during the night, he decided to investigate.

Tying the large deer to a nearby withered tree, Glen stepped into the wilderness.

As he drew closer, he could discern that there was only one person.

After scaling a small hillock, a faint glimmer of fire came into view ahead.

It was the bonfire kindled by that individual.

A figure sat before the bonfire, occupied with some task.

Glen refrained from approaching further and crouched behind a thicket of bushes to observe.

The more he watched, the more intrigued he became. The person was garbed in a black robe, with the hood obscuring their face. A satchel lay to one side, and what they were fiddling with was too distant to make out clearly.

These aspects were not overly strange, but what puzzled Glen the most was the absence of any visible means of transportation.

Based on the information Glen had gathered along the way, this place was far from populated areas, and it would take a considerable amount of time to reach civilization by carriage.

Unless the person was a highly powerful Extraordinary, lower - level individuals would not be able to undertake such a long journey on their own.

But why would a high - level Extraordinary halt in such a location? This piqued Glen's curiosity.

Just as Glen was conjecturing whether the person was scheming to obtain some precious treasure, an exquisitely alluring and seductive female voice sounded in his ear:

"Peeking is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Caught... Glen had anticipated this and was not startled. He rose slowly, brushing the dust from his clothes.

The figure in the distance continued to go about their business as if the voice had not originated from them.

However, Glen knew full well that the words had indeed come from that person.

Scarcely had he taken a step when his vision blurred.

When he regained his senses, he found himself beside the bonfire.

Glen turned to look back and saw that the bush he had used for cover was still behind him.

So, I was actually peering right in front of them?… Realizing this, Glen felt an urge to cover his face.

Those who can wield magic are truly exasperating!

Forcing down his embarrassment, he brazenly addressed the person, who was still occupied:

"Pray, do not be angered. Anyone would be wary upon witnessing such a scene in this sort of place."

"Take a seat," came the female voice from beneath the hood.

The person seemed not at all offended, and their tone was casual.

Glen rubbed his temple with his finger, found a stone, and seated himself, watching with curiosity as the person continued their activities.

Before the person was a peculiarly - shaped contraption. It lacked a mechanical appearance, being entirely composed of bones and the limbs of some creature, with a profusion of tubes intersecting and connecting.

The woman in the black robe deftly manipulated it, but Glen was completely bewildered.

"What are you engaged in?" Glen finally asked.

"Preparing to harvest the magic power of the moonlight," the woman replied tersely.

Glen was taken aback by the response.

Harvest the magic power of the moonlight? Does moonlight possess magic power? And is this location special because of her presence?… With a multitude of questions swirling in his mind, Glen decided to wait until the woman had finished.

At last, as the woman ceased her actions, everything seemed to be in readiness.

"This should suffice. Now we merely await the moon's emergence," the woman said, clapping her hands.

The voice sent a delicious shiver through Glen, his ears relishing the sound.

At the mention of the moon, Glen instinctively looked up and beheld the full moon emerging from the clouds.

For some inexplicable reason, Glen felt an overwhelming urge to let out a long howl, and the wolf - toxin within him stirred with unusual excitement.