"How far is this America from the country we just left from, human?"
"About 10,000 kilometers give or take, ex-god."
"I see. If you ran, King Evans, then you would reach it in less than half an hour, give or take."
"...Really?"
Van, Charlotte, and the three Olympians were currently peacefully flying in the air with the colossal Stymphalian. Initially, Van thought that it would be a bit crowded now that there were five of them, but before they mounted the bird, Artemis created a giant saddle to fit all of them.
"Yes. Perhaps you want to try? You said you could run in the air similar to your father, so it shouldn't be a problem."
"...Maybe next time." Van quickly refused the idea. Sure, it might be fun to do so, but Van could not imagine what would happen if he ever becomes lost.
"Stop putting ideas on the boy's head, with his upbringing, he might just do it."
...Why is his upbringing always being brought up?
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