Turning Chapter 807

Chapter 807

"No, it's I who should say that. You're the first to realize that upon first sight. Usually, no one pays attention whether I call the cat my brother or anything else."

"Is that so? I thought it wouldn't be unusual for someone in the Cavalry to possess such a talent."

"That may be true, but it's another matter entirely to actually think that way."

After saying this, Pruelle chuckled and rose from his seat.

"The truth is, I've longed to meet this young friend here, Revlin, and the Lady for some time. I never expected to meet you in such a place, but I am delighted to have been of help and to have shared a conversation, albeit briefly."

"Me? Why....."

Myra, who was puzzled, suddenly seemed to realize something as she alternated her gaze between Pruelle and Revlin. A spark of recognition flickered in her eyes.

"Now that I think of it, Revlin... Yes, I remember hearing that name. Could you be the third son of the Apeto family, Revlin Shan Apeto, who temporarily joined the Cavalry?"

"That's right. That's me."

Revlin replied with a joyful expression. Myra's eyes then moved to Pruelle's red hair.

"Then you are..."

"I am currently living here under the name Elle."

Myra quickly nodded without mentioning the name of another ducal house.

"I never imagined I'd meet people I've only heard rumors about here."

"We are now official members of the Cavalry, here to offer our support."

The conversation that followed wasn't lengthy, but the atmosphere was unbelievably congenial. The three of them, belonging to the four great ducal houses but existing outside their traditional hierarchies, shared similar temperaments, so it wasn't odd that they got along so well.

Indeed, for a first meeting, they seemed to mesh remarkably well.

Yuder watched the trio, reminiscing about the past.

In his previous life, these individuals were unaware of each other's existence. But now they had met in a manner that didn't seem at all unfortunate. Though their reasons for opposing their families were different, their intentions converged on a similar path.

Being on a difficult journey, realizing one is not alone in their position can be empowering. Perhaps they could even offer each other unique support.

After leaving the medical unit, Yuder accompanied Myra to her carriage. Her expression was far more relaxed compared to her arrival.

"Thank you for today. Your assistance was invaluable."

It was a generous compliment for merely guiding her to the medical unit, as Kishiar had instructed.

"Every time I come here, I feel the freedom and greatness of the Cavalry, but today, that spirit of freedom seemed to influence me too. I feel more alive and clear-headed than I have in days."

"I'm sure the Commander would be pleased to hear that."

Despite Yuder's stark response, Myra smiled pleasantly.

"I regret not having more time to talk with the people I met at the end. Well, there will be other opportunities. After the funeral, I'll officially become the heir to Herne, and then I'll be able to do even more."

With these words, Myra left, looking rejuvenated.

As Yuder watched the carriage depart, he was about to turn away when someone nearby called his name.

"Yuder!"

"Ever?"

Ever, who had been tasked with pursuing the Sage as soon as she arrived in the south and had rarely been attached to the branch office, was there. Beside her were the Eldore siblings, and all three of them, having just returned, were covered in dust.

"What brings you here?"

"I was seeing off a guest who had visited the Commander. Where have the three of you been?"

"We went in search of the Sage, of course!"

"The information given secretly by the successful candidates of this branch was excellent! We learned a lot!"

The reply came from the Eldore siblings. Hinn and Finn smiled broadly, their eyes gleaming like pleased little beasts.

"We're off to report to the Commander now! Yuder, will you join us?"

How could he refuse?

"Alright."

Without delay, they headed to where Kishiar was. Kishiar, seeing Yuder, after sending Myra off, returning with Ever, Hinn, and Finn, smiled without surprise.

"Did Lady Myra return safely? Was she in good health?"

"Yes. She recovered after receiving divine power and medicine and went back. According to Enon, she's naturally frail and had been overexerting herself."

"Not surprising, coming from the Herne family."

Were there many short-lived members in the Herne Ducal House?

After mentioning with a composed face that he should send Lady Myra some restorative medicine, Kishiar turned his gaze to Ever.

"Now, Ever. Have there been any developments in the task you were assigned? I hope you bring good news."

Ever's gaze hardened.

"Yes. With the help of many here at this branch, I've gathered information about the Sage and tracked the movements of the Star of Nagran's southern base. We concluded that the Sage arrived safely at the base recently, but for some reason, left again."

"Hmm."

"Please look at this first."

Ever carefully drew out a map of the south. It wasn't detailed like a military map, but that wasn't the important part.

On the map, a bright red ink line traced a route.

Starting from the north of the south, passing through several cities to the desert, then moving towards the coast before the line broke off.

And in the desert, a large circle was marked. Ever explained.

"The circled area in the desert is where we believe their base to be. They use their abilities to completely hide the place from people's minds, so even those who were part of it find it difficult to pinpoint its current location."

It was not just hidden from sight, but from the mind as well, unless you were the hider or a few specific people. It was difficult even to think of or remember the place from outside. The method of entry was similarly convoluted; it was easy to leave but hard to re-enter, according to testimonies from former inhabitants of the Star of Nagran.

"They are particularly adept at concealing their bases, as we've seen in the west."

"Yes. But while finding the exact location of the base is difficult, the method of entering and leaving it hasn't completely changed. The Sage and Diemon seem to have used this route to reach it."

Of course, tracking them down was not as easy as it sounded. The Empire's land was vast, and finding those determined to hide and move stealthily was a very difficult task.

Thus, Ever reported that she had tracked based on Diemon's appearance rather than the Sage's.

"The Sage is clever at concealing himself, but Diemon is noticeably conspicuous. We were able to trace their path thanks to the traces he left in people's memories at various places."

"We helped Ever! Devran too! Devran couldn't come with us as he's still gathering information!"

The Eldore siblings interjected as if they had been waiting to say this. It seemed that Devran's absence was due to this reason.

Kishiar nodded and focused on the last part of the path drawn on the map.

"Good. This is where they were last seen, moving northeast from the base. If we continue this line straight from there..."

Kishiar's finger traced the end of the Sage's last known path. Extending the line in the same direction, it ended at Charloin.

'As expected.'

Previously, Kishiar and Yuder had predicted that the Sage would come to the south, specifically targeting the Cavalry and Kishiar.

The cunning Sage would have to target Kishiar to preserve his own life and curry favor with Duke Diarca. To do so, he would have to come to where they were.

'Besides, this southern region is where the Star of Nagran's southern base is. Anyone would think it's a natural choice to reinforce there before coming here.'

But did things go as planned?

It was hardly an exaggeration to say that most of those who should have guarded Star of Nagran's southern base were now absent. It wasn't hard to imagine what the Sage would have found upon his arrival.

'Thinking he'd find a stronghold, only to discover it in ruins must have shocked him.'

The Sage, trusting only his own followers who remained at the base, would have gone there. But the more capable fighters among his loyal brainwashed were now all locked up in the underground of the Cavalry's southern branch.

'The Sage. He must have been seething with frustration and shedding tears on his way here.'

Yet, there was no sympathy. A normal person might give up and run away to save themselves at that point, but the Sage, even in a disadvantageous situation, was trying to get to Charloin by any means necessary.

It meant the Sage's ambition was enormous and persistent.

There was no mercy to be shown to such a man.

"Considering the last sighting, the Sage might already be in Charloin."

"Yes. Thinking so, we returned here first. From now on, we plan to continue tracking in and around Charloin, but I think everyone should be cautious."