The Exiled Nobles

On a small road to the south of Havenwright, a horse carriage rushed on at full speed.

The surroundings were extremely wide and spacious; there was nothing but barren land nearby. Not another soul could be seen. However, the driver of the carriage continued lashing out violently with the whip in his hand, speeding up in the whistling wing, as though he was afraid that there would be people chasing them from behind.

"Can, can we really escape?"

The six nobles, including Duke Collin, and a few mages were squeezed together in the carriage, looking rather nervous. One of the nobles had a little girl sleeping soundly in his arms. He could not help but glance out the window, and upon turning his head back, asked thus.

At that moment, their emotions had not yet been completely calmed.