After Michael's attack, Master Veyl did not dare to delay even slightly. The moment he escaped with the Third Prince, the old man immediately began rushing back toward the empire at full speed. Space distorted continuously around him as he crossed enormous distances without pause.
As a Great Stage being capable of moving through space itself, Master Veyl's speed was naturally terrifying. However, the empire was simply too far away. Even at his level, crossing such an enormous distance still required time, especially while carrying another person who needed protection from the void's influence and moving continuously without rest for hours straight.
Fortunately, they were close now. Only several more minutes remained before they reached the imperial capital, which allowed the old man to relax slightly for the first time in hours.
Beside him, the Third Prince looked miserable beyond words. His face remained pale while fear still lingered deeply within his eyes. Ever since escaping from Michael, the prince's mental state had clearly deteriorated further and further.
Though the Third Prince had faced many assassination attempts in the past, none were like the attack today. For someone so sheltered, it had left a particularly strong impression. Unfortunately, he could not even rest properly given the constant movement Master Veyl maintained throughout their escape.
At some point, the Third Prince finally could not endure anymore.
"Master… please…" His voice sounded hoarse and exhausted. "Can we stop briefly…?"
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