“It should be fine if I can somehow bear with it.”
As he flapped the Wings of Light like an angel, Weed positioned himself southwest and dizzily flew forth.
Whether they were mountains or hills, he flashed past them like that in the sky that was above everything.
Occasionally he’d be heading towards a precipice or a mountain peak, so there were times when he’d come perilously close. They were emergencies caused by flying with dizziness and motion sickness!
It was a flight so overwhelmingly fast that he had to adjust his path to avoid eagles he would collide into.
* * *
The Hegel party passed the land of the red sand and went past the Forest of Dead Trees. Without a single leaf, a forest with an eerie feel.
It was a forest in which there would be nothing strange if a ghost came out at any moment.
The Thief Nide, who had a lot of experience traveling round the Versailles Continent, spoke.
“You can’t wander around here at night. When it becomes night, though only every so often, fierce Grollers come out and root around the forest.”
At that, Rumi put on a fearful expression. Simply imagining the Grollers plunging out from within the forest and raising an axe or bamboo spear in her direction just terrified her.
“If we meet ‘em, we probably can’t even escape?”
“Yeah. If we meet Grollers at night, we’ll have no choice but to give up our lives.’
They were able to find the dungeon after struggling amongst the trees for a long time. The entrance was covered with dirt and stones, and was buried together with animal bones.
“Let’s go inside.”
As Hegel went in the entrance first, the rest of the briefly hesitant party followed him inside.