12th Royal Mistalore Princess

Randal hesitatingly responded, "The Capital is that-a-way, good sir. Around 25 days of walking, 10 days by carriage, or roughly 600 miles away."

He pointed to the North. And that was good enough for Cassius, who vanished in the next second, repeatedly dashing through the spooky forest at thousands of miles per hour.

"What a weird Devil he was," Randal incoherently murmured before turning around and heading back out the way he came in. "Hehe… I can't wait to tell everyone about what I saw this time! They'll definitely believe me!"

They won't.

—15 Minutes Later—

FWIP!

Now arriving at the highest point of a hill overlooking a vast and prosperous city, Cassius settled on an overhanging boulder. Surveying the area below, he saw innumerable acres of lush green fields. Some fields were yellow, and grazing on the grass that grew in those fields were animals the likes of which he had never seen before.