Once Lydia and Ragna were on the road she let her hand fall from his. She drew her broadsword in case there might be an ambush and she kept her eyes open. On the roads, the woods. Attackers could come from anywhere, but demons were harder to track and anticipate over the majority of other races given that they used portals. The only thing that really gave demons away was the scent of sulfur when they appeared. The others though, besides angels, had to move on foot or by horse or cart. It was easier for Lydia to hear or see them coming, especially with her improved sight and hearing. Elves of pure blood, however, could still manage to get a drop on her since they were quieter than even she.

"Curse that damned king," Lydia muttered angrily as they walked the path alongside the forest. The night's light was waning and dawn was on the horizon. Lydia had originally thought that the night had been later when she and Ragna had emerged from the cave, but the storm that had trapped them there had started earlier in the afternoon. It had been such a vicious storm that it had simply turned the sky black. Lydia was grateful for dawn's light. Even if she could see better than humans in the dark, sunlight was much better than moonlight to give away hidden enemies. Sunlight off a metal sword hilt was a dead giveaway for potential assassins. Lydia herself kept her sword hilt wrapped with strips of leather.

Looking up at her companion, Lydia sighed, "It seems I've got half the world after me, and still no idea as to why. Are you sure you have no idea why the demon king summons me, Ragna?" She had asked before and he had told her he did not know, but that had been early in their journey. It could be that he had withheld information. Perhaps now that their relationship had developed he might care to share it. If Ragna had nothing, however, Lydia would not press him anymore. She didn't want him to think that she was only using him. The thought that she might make him feel that way sent a pang of sadness through her heart.