"Are any of you afraid of heights?"

Olgar turned his head to Lawrend and Aleshia.

"No."

"No."

They both responded. For Aleshia, she was taught not to be afraid of heights when she was attending her assassin training. As for Lawrend, the memories of his past life made him unfazed by heights.

"Good."

Olgar smiled in satisfaction.

Suddenly, the golden saucer lifted itself from the ground. Lawrend and Aleshia couldn't help but be disoriented by it. After all, it was their first time flying like this.

"Woah."

Lawrend exclaimed as the golden saucer flew higher and higher. It was like an elevator leading to the heavens.

To their surprise, Olgar suddenly mumbled as he chanted a spell.

A few seconds later, a wind vortex appeared and surrounded them.

"This will protect you guys from being thrown off by the strong wind."

Olgar explained to them.

The golden saucer slowly accelerated forward as they flew north.

Lawrend looked down at the city below him. They were at least 500 meters above the ground.

He could see people moving through the streets and carriages moving goods around. The high vantage point made it particularly obvious how bustling this city was.

Soon, the city disappeared behind them. Lawrend looked around at the patches of farmland and villages sprawled around.

This world would be like a backward era if this city were compared to the memories he got from his previous life.

It took about two hours of flight before Lawrend finally saw Lanika City from afar. Throughout the journey, Olgar never said a single thing. Aleshia was the same. She was just like Lawrend, busy looking down on the lands below them.

"We'll drop down beside the city gate. The mages in Lanika City might see us as a threat if we flew inside directly."

Olgar said to them as the golden saucer slowed down. It then started to descend after coming to a full stop.

Down below, several people had already noticed their arrival. Most of them were in awe that they were coming down from the skies.

"Look! They are flying!"

"They must be High Mages."

The crowd down below discussed. They were all people waiting in line to enter the city.

"That was fun."

Lawrend couldn't help but say after the golden saucer touched down.

"Yes, Young Master. It was such a rare experience to be able to fly like that."

Aleshia agreed with him. Even someone as experienced as her found it pretty fun and exciting. It gave her a sense of freedom.

"Let's go."

Olgar motioned for them to move by tilting his head towards the gates. Lawrend and Aleshia followed his words and walked towards the city gate.

Olgar extended his hand to the golden saucer before it shrank in size and flew to his hands. He then hid it inside his cloak.

Olgar didn't stop walking when they reached the gates, so Lawrend and Aleshia just followed him inside. To their surprise, the guard merely glanced at them before ignoring them.

Lawrend could only think that this was a privilege High Mages have.

They walked through the streets of the Merchant District, and this time, it was Lawrend at the front as he led them to the Noble District.

Before long, Lawrend and his group were standing in front of the Horiel Mansion. They could see several guards stationed on the gates.

Since they didn't notice his arrival, Lawrend knocked on the gates.

"Who's there?"

A guard peeked through the gates. When he saw Lawrend's face, he was visibly taken aback.

"Y-Young Master!?"

The guard exclaimed in shock. There was something about Lawrend suddenly showing up that shocked him.

"Yes?"

Lawrend tilted his head in confusion. He returned much earlier than he was supposed to, and this guard was acting quite suspiciously.

"N-Nothing, Young Master! I'm glad you are back safe and sound."

The guard stood straight in attention as he stuttered.

Lawrend observed him for a few more seconds before shaking his head. He will know what's up once he enters the mansion.

"Open the gates."

Lawrend ordered. The guard immediately called for his colleagues, who helped him open the metal gates.

"You're a noble?"

Olgar asked from the side.

"Yes. My father is quite good at selling goods."

Lawrend replied with a humble smile.

Lawrend then led his entourage inside the mansion. Several butlers had scrambled in front of him when he opened the door. They then bowed their heads respectfully.

"Welcome home, Young Master."

It was very evident that they were not prepared for his sudden arrival.

"Where's Alfred?"

Lawrend looked around in confusion. Alfred, the old butler who was always the most punctual and respectful, was not around.

The butlers looked at each other, lost on what to do.

Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows. There was no doubt. Something was going on.

"Um, Young Master, you didn't meet Alfred on your way back?"

A butler in his mid-twenties bravely stood out.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Lawrend became even more confused. How was he gonna meet Alfred on his way back when he was supposed to be here?

Suddenly, an electric-like shock hit Lawrend's mind. He thought of one possibility.

"Wait, don't tell me he followed us!?"

Lawrend shouted out loud.

"..."

The butler looked away. Lawrend immediately knew that his guess was correct.

"Sigh."

Lawrend facepalmed himself. How was Alfred gonna know that he returned home when he flew back here? He would be left there wondering where he went to.

"Anyways, why was he following us?"

Lawrend asked them curiously. There was supposed to be no reason for him to follow them.

"I'll answer that."

Albert, who was in the group of butlers, walked forward.

"Alfred told me that he doesn't trust that maid, Young Master."

Albert explained to Lawrend. Aleshia, who was standing behind Lawrend, widened her eyes in surprise.

"Why?"

Lawrend asked in confusion.

"Your father has instructed us that maids are not to be trusted. So for Young Master to suddenly get one out of nowhere made us very suspicious."

Albert answered Lawrend's question.