The journey back to the castle wasn't plagued with bandits attacking, nor goblins or merchants seeking aid on the side of the road like in novels or anime.
Rather, it was quiet and boring—the long ride on such a cheap wooden seat hurt my ass like hell, and there was almost zero privacy forcing me to behave myself with the other groups travelling back with us.
It was early in the morning of the last day before we needed to arrive—the carriage was rushing along a badly maintained road, each rock, ditch and crack causing the wooden carriage to buckle and bounce, throwing us around as the cheap wood creaked like it could break at any moment.
"Ahh... Akira..." Rena gasped as we collided against each other, but the girl was clever and naughty, able to twist herself and let my hands fall against her soft, welcoming and giant marshmallows before latching onto my back like a koala bear.
