Third <b>Person’s </b>POV


    Adide’s group departed in two batches.


    Leonidas<b>, </b><b>Avery</b>, and Digby left first in a jeep.


    Paisley and Adide weren’t incapable of driving an off–road vehicle, but Lte couldn’t <b>endure </b>a <b>long </b>journey in one and had to apany Adide in a morefortable minivan.


    Traveling overnight was a novel experience for Lte. In fact, she rarely veritured far from home<b>, </b>especially to a ce as distant as Frostbite Town.


    She wasn’t nervous, but filled with worry. During the drive, Adide filled <i>her </i>in on the whole situation.


    Lte didn’t shed another tear– his strength would be her strength.


    The car journey was rough. The road was bumpy, and the rushed trip was torturous for Lte.


    The bumpy ride proved taxing. After half an hour, noticing Lte’s pallor and her hand clutching her chest, Adide asked, “Are you carsick? Shall I ask the driver to slow down?”


    Lte waved her hand. “No, don’t slow down. I can’t wait to get to Frostbite Town. Despite appearances<b>, </b><b>I </b>can endure hardship.”


    Adide retrieved some plum candy from her bag. “Try this. It might help.”


    “Thanks.” Lte popped a piece into her mouth. The sweet–sour tang eased her nausea.


    In Frostbite Town, Lance had his car modified with a soft pad for Marsh to lie t and cushion the pain from the bumps.


    A military doctor traveled with them, fanning him and monitoring his condition.


    Tad, who had kept a low profile until now, emerged to see them off He prepared the best off–road vehicle for them.


    He didn’t exchange nces with Eugene, who simply bid farewell and boarded the vehicle.


    As Eugene prepared to leave, Tad called out, “Eugene!”


    Eugene turned. “How may I assist you, Alpha Tad?”


    Tad, noting Eugene’s weathered appearance, felt a pang of sadness. “I’m d you’re alive.”


    Eugene smiled. “Thank you. Farewell.”


    Seeing Eugene sit in the car despite his injuries, moving nimbly with good posture and a straight back, it was clear his charm remained!


    Tad actually admired Eugene the most, but it’s a pity that the bond between him and Gloria has han


    severed.


    Stewart and Abbot <b>escorted </b>them to <b>Frostbite </b>Town<b>. </b>With <b>no </b>ongoing conflict, th an issue. Tad didn’t hold them back<b>, </b>understatiding the brothers desire to reunite after yer


    Safe <b>travels</b>, <b>Alpha </b>Lance,” Thd called out. Lance waved without turning back <b>and </b>drove off.


    <b>Klein </b>wouldn’t linger in Frostbite Town but would head straight back to the <b>Shadow </b><b>Peaks </b><b>For </b>now, then routes <b>aligned</b>.


    Due to Marsh’s condition, they traveled slowly.


    Klein and Lance sat upfront.


    <b>“</b>Without wars on the Southern Border, things would be better. But if war breaks out, Tad <b>would </b><b>surely </b>fail,” Klein remarked, his keen insight piercing Lance’s thoughts,


    He’s met Tad only a few times, but he can instantly tell if someone’s weak or strong, cowardly or confident<b>, </b>or a mix of these traits.


    Tadcks the confidence amander should have. His confidence is feigned, revealing an inner weakness<b>. </b>


    Lance acknowledged Tad’s tendency to seek glory. “He’s good at seizing the spotlight. In the capital, he avoids controversy. He’s umted some military merits, probably through luck.”


    “Of course, he’s good at grabbing credit. Otherwise, why would Lycan Erasmus value him? He’s easy to control–no real talent, so he doesn’t overstep. The more he does, the more mistakes he makes. Even <i>a </i>fool knows that,” Klein added.


    Lance smirked at Klein’s sharp tongue.


    From here to Frostbite Town, Lance could make it in a day driving fast, but at their current speed, it’d take four or five days.


    Coincidentally, it also takes about four or five days to drive from the capital to Frostbite Town at a fast pace, so the timings align.


    Throughout the journey, everyone’s mood was heavy, constantly worrying about Marsh’s condition.


    His high fever persisted, and though the doctor used portable treatment equipment and medicine—giving him fever–reducers and applying ointments–the effects were minimal.


    Even Doctor Digby’s medicine, while slightly more effective than conventional drugs, couldn’t significantly improve his condition.


    Marsh asionally regained consciousness, weakly asking, “Are we back in our territory?”


    Upon confirmation, he would manage a faint smile before slipping back into delirium.


    The military doctor noted that prolonged high fever could cause confusion and memory <b>issues</b>–normal physiological responses.