Being followed?
Charlotte's mind stirred.
She peeled back a sliver of the rear window curtain and looked out, indeed spotting a black carriage trailing them in the darkness.
Closing her eyes, she utilized the Bloodline's perception abilities. When she opened her eyes again, she chuckled softly and shook her head slightly,
"No matter, let them follow."
Casimodo hesitated.
But glancing back at the composed demeanor of his master inside the carriage, he ultimately nodded, and with a "Ya," hastened the speed of the carriage.
The carriage continued on its way.
After turning off the main street and leaving the eastern district, intense fighting noises began to emanate from behind them.
There were cries of alarm, screams of agony, and the sorrowful whinnies of a horse.
Faintly, a powerful Transcendent Aura could be felt—like a fierce mountain flood, like a rampaging tsunami, the mere leftover waves of magic power and majesty were enough to terrify.