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About two weeks after leaving the gates of Heim, Karyl and his companions arrived at the port city of Piasta.
Hmm, it's been a while, Karyl remarked as he stretched out his stiff body after disembarking from the carriage, taking a deep breath of the salty sea air.
"I had a pleasant journey thanks to you. The authority of the Church is impressive," he commented.
"Not at all," Joey Johansel replied with no hint of fatigue despite having driven the carriage for two weeks.
Aside from needing to show humility, the journey through the empire to Piasta had been smooth sailing due to Joey and Yurin's priestly credentials, which made any personal identification for Karyl unnecessary. No soldier would dare to obstruct someone vouched for by a first-class priest of the Church.
"If I’d known we were heading to Piasta, we could’ve just used a Magic Circle," Yurin Huygar remarked as he stepped down from the carriage, his noble demeanor unchanged. The city was buzzing with a massive fish market, and he covered his face with his robe's sleeve, seemingly displeased by the pervasive fishy smell.
"Magic Circles cause severe aftereffects. You need a few days to recover. Are you alright with magic nausea, Sir Yurin?" Karyl asked.
"Hmm..." Yurin murmured.
"Besides, the closest...
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