As long as that fear loosens a bit, temporarily filled by hunger, the situation will plunge into complete chaos.
Louis slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the carriage, the rainstorm continued to pour, and the distant Gray Rock Castle loomed faintly in the rain.
A bold yet precise plan quickly took shape in his mind.
It wasn't a gamble, nor did it require a miracle.
Just a single cut, along the gap that Kael himself had left, to slice down steadily.
He turned his head, looking at the Knight escorting the carriage, who maintained a constant distance from it: "Weir."
Weir immediately rode closer, lowered his head, and responded, "My lord."
"Have Thomas come here," Louis said calmly, "now."
Weir didn't ask more, just nodded shortly, then turned his horse around, and rode towards the back of the team through the rain.
......
The raging wind, with rain perched like peas, slammed hard against the rock wall.
