Even without the proper title, Zoemi arrived in Victureo territory a day before the start of the tournament.
Although it was a completely different part of the kingdom, and normally traversing such distance in a carriage just like the one the black-haired boy traveled in would take ten days at a minimum – and only if they would exchange horses for rested ones along the way – it didn't take even a fraction of that time for him to get there.
The truth was, Zoemi and his corpse puppets departed merely a few minutes before crossing the inner border.
The reason was simple – the black-haired boy simply teleported himself, his puppets, as well as horses and the carriage when he decided it was time to go – and he didn't even break a sweat while doing so.
It was already a feat that he would not even dreamed about only a few weeks earlier, but now it became an easy task - the rate of his growth was simply stunning.
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