A week later, after days of continuous restorative mana treatments and complete rest, Hegemon stood fully healed, his leg brace removed and his composure restored. Beside him, Lily had regained her usual calm demeanor, her infinite mana reserves once again stabilized.
Having fulfilled his duties to the Noble household, Hegemon presented his formal resignation to Count Rosali. Recognizing the sheer magnitude of the butler's contribution during the subterranean crisis, the Count not only granted his departure with high honors but also secured royal transit permits signed directly by the King. These documents granted Hegemon and Lily free passage, diplomatic immunity, and high-tier authority across neighboring realms—a fitting reward for the unsung strategists who had preserved the capital.
Equipped with travel cloaks, provisions, and sturdy sidearms, Hegemon and Lily walked toward the grand southern gates of the capital. Just before crossing the threshold into the open fields, Hegemon paused, coming to a complete halt along the cobbled road.
"Are we waiting for someone?" Lily asked, adjusting her travelling satchel.
"He will be here shortly," Hegemon replied calmly.
Moments later, the sound of heavy armor and a familiar, lighthearted laugh echoed behind them. Kenji trotted up the cobblestone path, a massive travel pack slung over his shoulder alongside the Holy Sword.
The King had personally granted the Hero permission to accompany them on their journey a decision that had initially sparked intense debate within the high council. Deploying a strategic asset of Kenji's caliber merely to assist a traveling former butler seemed entirely unorthodox on paper. However, the High Knights, led by Xuka Astri and Krama, had unanimously voiced their support for the expedition, arguing that the threat of the Western Cult was continental and required proactive deterrence rather than passive defense.
Furthermore, the recent insurrection had forced the Royal Court to drastically reform its isolationist policies. Where the kingdom had once maintained lax, indifferent immigration standards, the cult's infiltration proved that open borders without vetting were fatal. The crown was now actively restructuring its immigration laws—rigorously recruiting skilled foreign mages, mercenary veterans, and outside talents to fortify the capital's defenses, rendering Kenji's immediate presence at home less critical.
Kenji caught up to them, grinning broadly as he adjusted his sword belt. "The King gave his blessing. Wherever you two are heading, the Holy Sword goes with you."
Hegemon gave a brief, satisfied nod. The trio turned their eyes toward the southern horizon, where the distant trade roads led to their next destination: the Water Ice Kingdom, a coastal realm known for its vast maritime networks, frosty glaciers, and deep arcana archives.
With their destination set and their vanguard secured, the three adventurers stepped through the city gates, embarking on the long road south.