The port city of Norwich was governed by the chief of the Earthen Clan.
The fashion capital of Gloucester was governed by the chief of the Winged Clan.
The great dining hall of Oxford was governed by the chief of the Tusk Clan.
Thinking of this, Reiger stealthily glanced at Altoria beside him.
"If this girl wants to ring the Pilgrimage Bell, she must also visit these four cities, right?"
The prophecy of the Mirror Clan ntioned the six Pilgrimage Bells, which were actually controlled by the chiefs of the six major clans.
Except for one bell whose whereabouts were unknown, the remaining five bells were located in Gloucester, Salisbury, Oxford, Norwich, and in Orkney, which was in the northern part of Britain.
In other words, if Altoria wanted to ring these five Pilgrimage Bells, she would inevitably have to confront the chiefs who governed these cities face to face.
Such confrontations might not necessarily turn into a fight, but certainly, it would not be easy for Altoria to ring them, right?
Not to ntion, the Pilgrimage Bell in Oxford would be especially difficult for Altoria to ring.
After all, Oxford was the territory of the chief of the Tusk Clan, who was the ferocious fairy warrior who wanted to kill the Child of Prophecy—Woodworth.
If one wished to ring the Pilgrimage Bell in Oxford, a confrontation with Woodworth was an absolute certainty.
Therefore, if the purpose was to ring the Pilgrimage Bell, one must not visit Oxford for the ti being.
At least, not until Reiger found a way to break through the protection that surrounded Woodworth.
Luckily, the list of cities they needed to visit did not include Oxford.
Between Salisbury and Gloucester, Reiger and Altoria only needed to select one to visit.
"Which one do you want to go to?"
Reiger casually asked Altoria.
In response, Altoria answered quite enthusiastically.
"If possible, I’d prefer to go to Gloucester," Altoria said with a mix of anticipation and distress, "but what good is it for a country fairy like to go there? I won’t be able to buy anything."
Gloucester, being the fashion capital, naturally had a greater appeal to a curious young girl.
But it was definitely not the right place to go.
Not for the reason Altoria had ntioned, but for another, more important one.
"If I rember correctly, the chief of the Winged Clan is also soone with a strong bloodline of the Aeling, right?"
Although not as drastic as Woodworth’s reversion to an ancestral form, the chief of the Winged Clan also inherited a rich Aeling bloodline and was a great fairy with troubleso powers.
Reiger didn’t know if those powers would affect him, but since they had already decided to understand the general situation of Fairy Country Britannia before taking any action, it was wiser to avoid going there for now.
Thus...
"Salisbury is the only choice."
Reiger made the decision.
Altoria had no objections.
"Salisbury is a very free city, where humans often appear, unlike other places where they are treated as slaves and exploited," she said.
Altoria made this comnt, probably considering Reiger’s identity as well.
After all, Reiger was human, and if he carelessly wandered the streets and got into a conflict with fairies, it would definitely be a problematic situation.
Altoria really didn’t want to witness Reiger diving into a group of fairies and going on a rampage, as he had the day before, right upon entering the city.
This was just too stressful for the heart, a certain country fairy declared she couldn’t handle it.
"Then it’s settled."
Reiger, who did not possess the fairy eyes capable of seeing through true intentions like Altoria, was unaware of how the fairy girl inwardly criticized him and concluded the decision with a clack.
"Shall we zip over like last ti, or should we fly there?"
Altoria showed a resolute expression of being ready to be carried or held.
After all, since she had already snuggled into soone’s arms in the middle of the night, there was nothing left to be shy about.
The fairy girl thought resignedly.
But this ti, Altoria guessed wrong.
"Randomly teleporting is what caused us to lose track of our exact location in the first place. If we teleport like before, who knows if we’ll end up at our destination or in the enemy’s stronghold?"
Reiger shook his head as he spoke.
"Flying is also an option, but that’s too conspicuous. We might easily be spotted by the nearby Queen’s army or by the Tusk Clan from Tintagel yesterday."
Therefore, Reiger decided to find alternative transportation.
"[Second-tier Monster Summoning]."
With the activation of Summoning Magic, a magical array appeared spinning in front of Reiger.
Within the array, a majestic white horse slowly appeared.
It was an eight-legged steed—a Sleipnir.
In Norse mythology, the Sleipnir is a divine creature, the warhorse ridden by the chief god Odin, with a very renowned reputation.
The Sleipnir summoned by Reiger was just a magical beast, sharing the eight legs and larger than average size with those in Norse mythology, possessing excellent strength, endurance, and mobility. In the world of the Overlord, it was considered the best magical beast for land transportation that humans could ta, valued at more than five tis the worth of an ordinary warhorse.
The Sleipnir summoned by Reiger was a rare breed found in white, which might appear once in a few hundred specins.
"[High-tier Item Creation]."
After summoning the white Sleipnir, Reiger also used a creation spell to produce a large carriage.
"All set."
Having completed these tasks, Reiger then turned towards the stunned Altoria.
"We’ll go by carriage."
Hearing this, Altoria fell silent.
Both capable of using magic, why was there such a vast gap between them?
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