Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 484.1: The One Missing (1)

Along the road leading to the Rosa Merchant Confederacy, Roel settled under a tree and gazed at the starry night sky above. Not too far away, his guards were busy setting up their camp.

It had been three days since he left Saint Freya Academy to chase after Charlotte.

Taking a rest was the last thing on his mind when his heart was gripped by anxiety. Their group had advanced tirelessly without taking any breaks, but to their surprise, they still hadn’t managed to catch up with the Diamond Rivière.

Based on Roel’s estimates, they should have been able to catch up with Charlotte by this morning despite the latter’s two days lead over them. They were bound to be significantly faster considering that they were traveling on horseback whereas Charlotte’s convoy consisted of carriages. Yet, the Diamond Rivière was nowhere to be seen even though the day was already coming to an end.

Roel knew of the Diamond Rivière’s functions, having personally spent many days in there. The mobile mansion constructed out of spatial magic was constructed with comfort being its primary focus, so its traveling speed was slower than ordinary carriages.

Unless there had been an abrupt major technology breakthrough in the last few years, there could only be one reason why the Diamond Rivière was still out of sight.

Is Charlotte in a rush just like us? Roel thought with a frown.

If he was still unsure whether his worries were unfounded or not, this subtle detail was most definitely a call for concern.

Nora had to rush back to the Theocracy in order to fulfill the agreements made during the International Crisis Management Symposium. The Rosa Merchant Confederacy would have their fair share of responsibilities too, but there shouldn’t have been any urgent business that demanded such haste from Charlotte.

It was more like Charlotte was fleeing from something.

Is there an enemy pursuing her?

No, that’s unlikely. We’re traveling on the main path in the Country of Scholars. No one would be foolish enough to make a move here. Even the fallen treant, Or

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