Being rocked by a carriage for half a day and a few hours.
The sun had already passed by the heavenly side at dusk, even though it was late at night that we left Romelia, the king's capital.
The carriage always keeps up the high speed and switches carriages every few hours in places like relay points.
The type of carriage also changed each time, and when I got in a cage for the merchants, sometimes it seemed like something could be done because of the cold and uncomfortable riding.
Guess.
They're in a hurry anyway. One reason is to spread the chase.
Unlike cars, horses can't keep running as long as they have gas.
If you let it run slowly, you'll keep it during the day.
Still, if we continue to maintain this speed, the horse will crumble and get stuck less than half a day later.
Even though there are individual differences between horses, it is only a matter of time before they are shaken off without a replacement carriage on the chaser's side as well.
And one more thing.
Me - No, he's not willing to kill the "Witch of the Creed” and them at the moment.
If they were meant to kill, it was over at a time when they succeeded in kidnapping without having to take them out in this hassle-free manner in the first place.
Food and water are given as one of the grounds.
I guess I grabbed him to make him do something in perfect condition.
In other words, if they find out it's someone else, there's no guarantee of life. It might be more likely to kill you.
Though I was driven by a bad feeling and tried replacing it with Da... Well, I wonder what's going on.
……
Unexpectedly darkens in the carriage.
I don't think it's sunset anymore.
The carriage went into the woods.
"You've had a long trip, you've arrived."
The carriage begins to slow down as you hear the creaking voice.
Apparently, we've reached our destination.
"Get off."
When I follow the man out of the carriage, I get out of balance as to whether there was still a feeling of shaking.
And, at some point, he was grabbed by one of the masked men who surrounded him, letting him stand rampant as he was.
"... be careful"
Many times I nod at the voice of a young man.
As I took a deep breath to calm my mind, I could see the cold, damp air filling my lungs.
If you look around wondering, you can see the fog creeping through the gaps in the trees.
So this fog is blocking the sun?
"Eh."
He pushes me on the back and prompts me to walk.
Have you been a little too relaxed?
Well, that's how I started walking and found out a few things.
One is that ordinary people are mixed up in masked humans.
Instead of saying that, with the exception of the example man walking the lead and a couple of others, everyone else is.
My physique, the way I walk, and the way I'm on perimeter alert smell somewhat amateur.
You mean the same outfit, the same mask, but not all of them are executive units?
And a lot of elves.
I find it odd that more than half of the people here are elves because I don't see them that far in the Wang capital.
Well, I can also say that the elves are right in a way given that they usually live in the woods.
Last but not least, this fog.
It was as thin as you wouldn't know if you hadn't gazed in the vicinity where you got off the carriage.
But now I'm suspiciously out of sight to see if I can even see it a meter away.
Is this why you stopped the carriage on the way?
"Hey."
He calls for an elf whose leading man would be a woman, and he speaks a word or two in his ear.
When it was over, she nodded small and vanished into the fog.
Probably sent a tip.
……
Then I kept walking further and got to a place like a small village.
At the center, streams flow, and around them you can also see things like fields and livestock huts.
The most surprising thing was that the thick fog that was wrapped around my skin the moment I plugged it into the village cleared up like a lie.
I can't imagine it happening naturally. Is it also a fog-paying magic guide?
Eventually it was a luxurious and prominent building in the village that was brought.
An emblem like the one I saw somewhere was embellished on the outer wall, and it seemed to boast about what a place it was.
"The bishop is going to see you."
When I lowered my gaze to such a voice, one elf opened the door and waited at the entrance to the building.
You must be the woman I just touched.
When she knelt down and lowered her head, other than the leading man imitated it.
"Come."
Follow the man through the door and go inside.
Shortly afterwards, it was some incense that snorted with the tung.
Keep your mouth covered with sleeves just in case.
Something hallucinating is a classic when it comes to incense in places like this. I've never been cautious.
"Ha ha, you got hit once again"
The moment we entered the hall, such a first voice greeted us.
"Patriarch Willem, what is that..."
Like an earlier woman, a masked man says in confusion with his head down on his knees.
"Try taking the hood and you'll see. Totally, boring. Get caught up in the skinny work."
It was unexpectedly quick.
Why, aside from the question, one day or another, it's a lie to find out.
If you've come this far, there's only time left.
"Well, you know what?"
That's what I say. Take off your hood.
When I lowered my sleeve, which covered my mouth, a surprise voice leaked from the masked man.
"Nice to meet you, Sairan bishop. I'm Rosie, Rosie Mystiglia."