บท 94: Dreams of Cosmos

"The Hunting Party isn't on our trail anymore, and we're both alive–in this world, that's a victory," Vandread told him.

He didn't respond, only listening as the carriage rolled through the uneven forest trail, riding over protruding roots and causing the critters of the verdant region to scatter in its path.

Days came and went, all spent traversing the stretch of the massive forest. It was larger than he could ever anticipate, especially since the carriage moved constantly, pulled at a respectable pace by the mare that seemed to never require rest.

He learned it while pestering Vandread, but the steed that was solely responsible for pulling the carriage was a special breed that hailed from the demon continent; they didn't exhaust, but did need to rest every few days, and could live off of sunlight alone.

So boring…He thought.

There wasn't much to do, but luckily during their stop in Elsia, Vandread had picked up a few books.