The people from his hometown would say that it was the drunkard father's influence that led his child astray to become a mage. But Lynch knew who really supported him on this destined tough path.
The two horses turned their heads, somewhat bewildered, and looked at the "stranger's" face sitting behind them, wondering whether they should obey this guy's command—after all, it was a beautiful lady who had saved them. Lynch flicked the reins, his movements skillful like a lifelong coachman.
"Giddy up, you two!" Lynch said with a smile. "Behind you sits the only Great Mage coachman in history!"
The wooden wheels creaked all the way, partly due to the echoes on the snowy ground and partly due to the damage caused by the two horses crashing through the pine woods during their escape. The latter vanished after Lynch briefly used the "Creation Law" power; as for the former, it wouldn't disturb Zilvra's peaceful sleep after the mage drove onto the road leading to Bright City Pate.
