Ryan sat on a tree root jutting out of the ground, quietly and quickly settling out his food while carefully observing his surroundings.

The soldiers ate quickly. They don't have much time to rest...... But there were always eyes on her. These people were incredibly cautious, even in the face of an emaciated old woman like her.

Sometimes she wondered uneasily, did they know who she was?...... No, that can't be.

She couldn't see Sergio. The path was winding, and the knight's horse was always some distance from her. But she was almost surprised to know that Sercio was safe, and that she hadn't been mistreated in any way. When she pretended to be old and infirm and deliberately slowed down, someone would drag her forward firmly, not stopping for a moment because of her plea. In fact, they won't listen to her, like they can't hear her at all, and if she says too much, or too loudly, someone will use stern gestures to shut her up, but if she just asks for food and water, she will basically be satisfied. During the break, they even naturally shared her share......

Other than that, there were no beatings, no one even scolded her, and when she really couldn't keep up with the group, they even gave her a horse, though she rode with a few sacks of flour.

But she couldn't get close to Sercio.

Her position was fixed between the two soldiers. If she tries to leave, she will be resolutely stopped. She could tell from the looks of those men that if she had tried to escape more boldly, they would probably have shot her in the back without mercy.

She could guess who these guys were...... She had heard the legends of these people but was not familiar with them, and she could not figure out the reason for Sercio's unexpected actions.

What did he see? What did he recognize?...... Does he still have the ability to judge? That's something to be happy about.

The knight who accompanied him never took off his helmet. Gentle but silent to him, he seems to know that words mean nothing to him. And Sergio has remained the same since then - quiet, dazed. At the mercy of others, it is as if the soul is floating in another world.

She can create some chaos...... But she wasn't strong enough to take Sercio, especially when it wasn't clear if he would resist. She had a hard time getting him out of Limestone Castle, and there was no point in escaping alone.

She pleaded silently for help, but she didn't know if anyone else would listen. After all, it was she who chose to leave the retreat.

The silent contingent advanced northwest at an alarming speed. After making sure they were at least safe, Ryan began to calm down. Even curious about where they end up.

Maybe she'll end up just going with the flow, sometimes she tells herself with a wry smile.

After all, what has she changed?

After a few days, a distinctive smell began to be in the air...... The smell she once knew.

It was the wind blowing from the vast ocean. Salty and hot, it seems to be brewing the first storm of the summer.

The forest is thinning. The gray and white rocks form small hills one after another, dotted with sparse vegetation, and stretch more and more gently towards the coastline.

When the Bone Breaker Beach appeared in front of him. Ryan involuntarily looked further north.

She was so close to her original destination...... And so far away.

Broken Bone Beach is a long and narrow stretch of gray-white sand. Instead of soft sand, the ground was covered with gray-white rocks with tiny holes, and the grinding of the waves softened their edges and corners, making them look more like bones, and the barbarians believed that this was the remains of their ancestors after they had been wiped out, so they never set foot here. But Ryan knew it was really just rocks, giving the waves plenty of time. Sooner or later, they'll all be polished into sand...... Like silver sand that spreads across the courtyard of the ashram.

And their destination is in the southwest.

In Rey's memory, the southwest was a barren land. Sand and gravel. A few pale rocks rise abruptly from the sea, intermittently connected to the land, looking like the fangs left by the giants of the sea in ancient times, and then to the south, the beach becomes a reef, and the reef becomes a cliff, and the cliff connects the mountains...... After that, there is the Treasure Bay, surrounded by the Karnak mountains, a mysterious and dangerous virgin land.

Legend has it that the verdant mountains reflected in the clear blue sea seem calm and beautiful, but there are countless reefs and undercurrents beneath the sea, and the best sailors ...... Or pirates, who did not dare to venture in. The so-called "hidden treasure" is mostly just people's reverie. In fact, there are only a handful of people who have seen that place with their own eyes.

She had heard of that place, but she had never been there...... No Man's Land has purer power. But the aura there was too chaotic for someone like her to control.

The procession walked straight to the beach and then began to head south along the coast. The waves that hit the shore quickly swept away all traces, making it impossible to tell where they were going.

Ryan had noticed that the team had been very careful to hide their traces, but he didn't expect them to be so cautious until this point.

There was a faint sense of foreboding in my heart. She would rather be hooded and dragged alongside no direction...... That at least means they're going to let her go...... Or fear that she will escape and reveal the secret they have bothered to hide. And not being shy about it like this usually means that they are sure that there is no possibility of her leaving.

The heartbeat gradually increased. She began to regret not looking for opportunities in the forest, and she became more familiar with the power of plants...... And not wind and water.

She looked up. The knight's back was firmly obscured by Sercio—they were a little far away from him.

She began to hesitate. When she was young, she always did not hesitate, never looked back, and never gave herself a little room to turn back, but the choices she made were not all right...... Regretting again and again has taught her to be a little cautious.

She couldn't do it without complete certainty.

The old woman bowed her head, slumping her shoulders and swaying on her horse's back, as if she could no longer bear the fierce sea breeze, the scorching sun, and the fatigue of the journey.

They didn't know who she was...... They didn't know what she could do. This would be her only chance.

No one knew who she was - not even the brunette young man, Ed Singh, knew only a fragment of her long life...... Although it was perhaps the happiest and most desperate fragment.

She kept the withered rose. But she's not just Caroline, and she's not just Rye.

(To be continued.) )

PS: Continue weakly 2000 chapter......