Pandora's indicated direction was the direction of the small town they had arrived at after leaving the Black Holy Mountain Kingdom. Once Richard confirmed this, he immediately rode his horse back the way they came without hesitation.
During the return journey, unlike before, he encountered no trouble at all—it was incredibly smooth, no beasts, traps, broken bridges, Giant Hogweed, or any such chaotic things.
Thus, in a single day, he had covered the distance that had taken him two days before.
In the blink of an eye, night fell.
The light of day receded bit by bit from the west, and the pitch-black night crept in slowly from the east like a tide, bringing with it many shiny shells—these were the glittering stars of the night sky.
"Clip-clop, clip-clop…"
On a secluded road, Richard appeared from a distance.
