The dwarves on the street made way for the two people, after all, only the mage and the knight seemed to be in a hurry. Lynch was constantly practicing his Spiritual Control, always lifting his body as he moved forward. To outsiders, the knight in heavy armor appeared exceptionally weighed down with each step, while the mage seemed somewhat ethereal, as if his feet didn't touch the ground while dashing forward.
Upon reaching Weite's residence, it was unusually quiet, with only a candle lit inside the house, emanating a pale yellow glow from the window. Lynch halted in front of the house and also stopped the Paladin Macken. The mage's eyes had already seen the situation inside: the Vite Dwarf lay silently in bed, with only the last candle burning in his room, like his life, reaching its endpoint.
