They made it to the capital, and after wandering through the bustling streets for a while, they finally came across a caravan preparing to depart for the same city as their destination.
"Why are we bothering with a caravan? We can handle ourselves, one carriage should be enough," Jack muttered, his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.
"We might be skilled students, Jack, but most of us are only at the Second Circle," Noel countered calmly. "What happens if someone at the Third, Fourth, or even Fifth Circle attacks?"
"Exactly," Riven added, his tone firm. "All of us are from the Golden Set, and we're traveling with the daughter of a Duke. We can't afford to take unnecessary risks."
The caravan was impressive, over five large carriages drawn by sturdy horses, each loaded with goods bound for trade. Merchants barked orders, workers hurriedly secured crates, and guards in leather armor checked their weapons, preparing for the long road ahead.
