Time flowed, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the third day after the shadow died. The walls of the royal capital finally appeared in the field of vision of Elsa and others. Seeing that the destination of the journey was close at hand, even Heather secretly breathed a sigh of relief. These three days of travel are not a small burden for several people. Moreover, even if it is already a starry night, if it weren't for the team's Heather as a guarantee, all the big and small checkpoints along the way would be released, I'm afraid the time of this trip would have more than doubled.

"We're going into town early tomorrow morning. Looking at the sky, Heather knew that if she arrived at the royal capital at this time, she would most likely be blocked out of the city gates. Although with her identity, it is not impossible to order the guards near the city gate to open the city gate, but that will inevitably alarm all the forces in the royal capital. Just as Cheese was worried about at the time, Heather didn't want to tell everyone about his arrival.

"Understood. A simple response. Mona tightened the reins in her hand and stopped the carriage. Because of the long injuries of the female knights, they had to choose a carriage as a means of transportation. After a few days of getting along, Heather's hearty style and military temperament also made Mona and Elsa, who were originally from the Legion, get along with her very well. In many cases, they don't even need much language to explain their intentions in order to understand what the other person means.

"Haven't you seen the royal capital today?" Shortly after the carriage stopped, Jack's figure stepped out of the woods beside the road, his legs still showing animalistic features. As a wolfwalker, he has no way to ride a horse himself, and the smell of a hunter will instinctively terrify untrained horses. Although a seasoned werewolf can temporarily conceal his aura, Jack does not have this ability now.

But that's okay, after three days of training, Jack's control over his transformation has improved to a certain extent. For wolfwalkers, as long as there is enough food to supply energy, even if it runs for seven or eight days in a row, it is not a big deal.

"We'll go into town tomorrow. If you want, you can go find some prey while the fire is lit. Provincial people will complain that the taste of dry food is too weak. Elsa carefully helped Heather out of the carriage and said to Jack.

"I haven't complained about the taste of dry food. Besides, every time I hit the prey, you don't eat less. With that, the werewolf briefly checked for danger near the camp tonight before diving into the woods again. The southern woods have plenty of prey for hunters to hunt on. Thanks to the enhanced body, Jack is not worried about encountering large carnivores in the forest, and his previous hunting skills and current physical ability are enough to dominate all the forests of the glaslion.

"He's more of a hound than a monkey now. After Jack walked away, Mona said as she lit a fire.

"Then he's probably the fiercest hound I know. Heather sat down against a tree and said. She had known what had happened to Jack in the past few days of travel. After the initial surprise, the Female Knight Captain accepted the Wolfwalkers much faster than the bosses had expected, but since Heather's family had been helped by the Cheese Teacher, it was understandable that she had some understanding of the inhabitants of the darkness.

"What's the use of being fierce? It's just a hard bone to gnaw in front of those rats. Elsa said as she moved her camping belongings out of the wagon. She remembered what had happened in the Iron Castle very well. In front of the huge number of nezumi, the presence of one or two wolfwalkers could hardly play a role in turning the tide of the battle.

"Perhaps. The hostess's words chilled the atmosphere. Thinking of the growing rat-man plague, even the battle-hardened Hammer Rose couldn't find a practical solution. Especially after learning that the plague in the Iron Castle has mutated, Heather is even more worried about the future of the kingdom.

"Aren't there Mr. Cheese and Mr. Cursed Crow? I'm sure he can solve this plague, just as he did in the Salon Territory. Mona said, as the flint in her hand ignited the pile of firewood.

"Yes, the Grand Duke will agree to assist Mr. Crow, and Mr. Cheese has made progress in the royal capital. I am sure they will find a solution to the plague. Heather nodded. For the disciples of the Gray Tower, she has a self-confidence beyond her knowledge, and these people who would have only appeared in stories for her have proven time and time again that they have the ability to perform miracles.

"Cheese?" Elsa muttered as she listened to the warrioress's words, but looked at the rising fire in a bit of confusion. She remembered the scene in the fire field in Turbidity Town, and the cheese at that time gave her such a terrible feeling. In the last few days, the proprietress has repeatedly dreamed of that memory, and her inner intuition tells Elsa that something bad may happen to Cheese.

"Woooooooooo I don't know when, a large owl with white feathers landed on a branch next to the campfire, and the eyes reflecting the flames stared silently at the three people beside the flames.

"When did it come here?" said Mona, frowning. In folklore, owls are nicknamed the Grim Reaper who leads the way. If the scavenging crow symbolizes death itself, then the owl is a harbinger of death. Encountering such a big owl in the middle of the woods is never a good sign.

"Do you want to get rid of it?" asked the proprietress as she prepared to go to the carriage to get her bow and arrows. She didn't like the big scary eyes of the owls, either.

"Wait. But just then, Heather stopped her.

"I've heard that many wizards will domesticate owls as their messengers. Could this owl be Mr. Cheese's? Have you seen it before?"

Hearing the words of the female knight, Elsa and Mona glanced at each other, and then shook their heads together. In their minds, Cheese had never had such an animal messenger by his side. However, considering the possibility that the mage did not say it, the proprietress still temporarily dismissed the plan to shoot the owl down.

"Woooooooooo It tilted its head and stood on a branch to look at the three men under the tree, occasionally making a chirp.

"Has Jack been around for too long?" said Mona, looking at the darkening sky.