Cael had to leave the city in an even more hurry than he expected. Although he lost them with his daring escape, Arca and his paladins were on Cael's tail, and he didn't want to take them head on.
He didn't even have time to take his horse from Ginevra's stables—that, and Cael wasn't sure there won't be more priests waiting for him. Instead, he went on foot to the nearest village, and bought a mount there.
It wasn't his well-bred mare, but what the horse lacked in bloodlines and speed, she compensated with a calm personality and great stamina.
Cael didn't have to ride far. Next morning, hiding his features under a cloak and smothering his mana as much as he could, Cael passed the tollgate of Sanremo di Mare.
His family's tower stood tall and proud for the entire Oliveira land to see. But Cael, with a slight pang of pain in his chest, rode in another direction.