Louis was yet unaware of the happenings in the Golden Land.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that this escort was unnervingly calm, calm enough to send chills down his spine.
Typically, nations would clash over benefits worth less than Ten Thousand Gold Coins.
Lords would even attack each other's territories if someone treaded onto their land.
But this time?
Such abundant resources, placed in the hands of any participating nation, could easily elevate a small country to a medium status.
—Just cultivate a demigod, and that's enough.
With just one demigod, compared to having two, the margin for error is on a completely different level.
It's been a concession to the Ense Empire that these nations are refraining from contesting each other.
But this time?
It's too strange.
More terrifying than noise along the way, is there being no noise at all.
He even hoped those lunatics from the Abyssal Church would find an opportunity to attack their convoy.
