The Pilgrimage—What Are You Doing Here Again? (3)

It was the third day since they had departed the capital.

Unlike an ordinary journey, this was an arduous trip in which they pushed themselves to travel as quickly as possible, even though they had to sleep outdoors, and participants had begun complaining of suffering one by one.

Blanc’s loyal attendant was no exception.

“Are you truly all right?”

Blanc looked worriedly at the old attendant sitting before him.

Their entire bodies ached from the uncomfortable bedding, and opportunities to wash or rest were limited.

It was only natural for them to become grimy or complain of fatigue, but Blanc’s attendant was suffering from more than simple exhaustion. His wrinkled face had gone deathly pale, making his illness unmistakable.

“It seems my motion sickness is coming on. I’m sorry to worry you.”

The attendant lightly frowned around the eyes and tapped his own chest with a fist.

“Hasn’t a full day already passed? If it’s motion sickness, you must feel nauseous. Are you eating properly?”...