Angor did not enjoy such boring rides, but as an extreme brother-lover, Leon always refused to let Angor ride bigger horses so that Angor would never be injured. Angor never rode on any ordinary horses, let alone war horses.
Angor watched Nausica tilting the demon falcon skillfully and felt a bit jealous. He could not help but ask her for instructions.
Nausica did not hide anything either. She helped Angor to learn some basic maneuvers by hand, and soon, Angor was enjoying himself in it.
After a while, Nausica watched Angor steering the demon falcon around in joy and shook her head.
“Sigh. Kid,” muttered Nausica.
After Angor had his fun, they resumed their normal route.
Nausica looked back at the thunderclouds in the distance and muttered, “Those thunderclouds almost reached the edge of Fey Continent. They weren’t kidding about the extreme weathers on Devil’s Water.”
Nausica seemed to be surprised by the weather. However, for some reason, Angor sensed the excitement in her words. Why was she excited at the extreme weather though? Angor knew they were not really close friends, so he did not ask her.
Looking at Fey Continent from the sky, they could only see an endless forest and occasional mountains in the distance.
“So this is Fey Continent!”
After journeying for nine months, Angor finally found himself coming to the land of wizards.
The demon falcon landed on the eastern coast of the Twilight Harbor. There was still some way towards Twilight Town.
The other winners from the deathmatches reached the ground one after another.
Angor usually observed these people when they were still in their tents. Now they were up close, Angor could feel the usual auras from them.
Most of them looked tall and strong, and each person had some unique characteristics.
For example, the first one Angor saw when he left the demon falcon was a young man wearing a black and white velvet hat crouching on the beach and fiddling around a crab. A knight sword that was wrapped in cloth was placed behind him. Under a coconut tree nearby, a bulky man with a handlebar mustache was leaning against the tree and enjoying the mottled sunlight shining through the pinnate leaves.