In the ruins of a destroyed village, Ellegaard and Jeanne advanced alongside Aslan, who had previously regrouped with the girls.
Ellegaard led the group while closely observing the debris. Her steps were firm and confident, and at times she used magic to move large chunks of stone that blocked their path. The rocks lifted a few inches off the ground before sliding aside with unnatural smoothness.
"There's no need to remind me where it is, Aslan. I can clearly sense the remnants of mana used in that spell," Ellegaard remarked, her tone slightly impatient.
Jeanne looked at Aslan with an awkward expression, crossing her arms.
"When it comes to these things, she's like a dog sniffing out a bone."
"I heard that, girl."
"Of course you did. With those big ears of yours, I'd be surprised if you didn't."
"Princess, please. Be more respectful," Aslan said, fully aware of what would happen if the two girls started fighting.
They'd have to redraw the maps of this area…
