Ignoring the protests, Fero leaped with considerable force, the ground below visibly cracking.
Reaching the skies with the princess in hand, Fero scanned the landscape for a suitable spot. Eventually, his eyes landed on a majestic waterfall cascading into a crystalline pool below.
Caught in the moment, the princess couldn't help but admire Fero's strength, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she looked upon his face, "You are no commoner..." The princess mumbled quietly.
Fero and the princess flew directly towards the lake, their descent swift and determined. As they neared the water's surface, the princess's screams pierced the air, a chorus of fear echoing around them. In the final moments before impact, her terror was palpable, her voice a desperate plea for salvation.
The moment they hit the water, it erupted in chaos. Waves surged outward, as if the lake itself recoiled from the force of their landing. The impact was so intense, it seemed as though two bombs had detonated simultaneously beneath the surface.
Amidst the chaos, the princess found herself submerged, thrashing and flailing in a desperate attempt to stay afloat. Panic consumed her, her cries for help muffled by the rush of water invading her senses. Each breath tasted of liquid fear, every gasp a reminder of her vulnerability in the face of nature's unforgiving embrace.
Above the tumult, Fero floated tall above the water's surface, his laughter a wild cacophony against the backdrop of the princess's distress. His amusement seemed boundless, his amusement unfettered by the chaos he had wrought.
Yet, as the princess struggled to regain her composure, a transformation took hold. With a surge of magical energy, translucent wings unfurled from her back, shimmering with ethereal light. She soared from the water's grasp, defying its suffocating hold.
Witnessing her metamorphosis, Fero's amusement gave way to admiration. His laughter subsided, replaced by a nod of begrudging respect. "Impressive," he conceded, a note of surprise coloring his tone.
The blonde, spoiled princess, Amelia, soared towards the waterfall with an air of effortless elegance. She alighted upon the rocky outcrop at its base, a sanctuary amidst the cascading torrents of water.
The spectacle before her was nothing short of breathtaking. Like an ethereal being descended from the heavens, she stood beneath the veil of the waterfall, its crystalline tendrils enveloping her in a shimmering embrace. Behind her, a magnificent rainbow arched across the sky, a vibrant testament to the natural wonders that surrounded her. It was a scene of unparalleled beauty, a moment frozen in time.
With a graceful motion, Princess Amelia delicately ran her fingers through her cascading mane of long, lustrous blonde hair, ensuring its pristine appearance. Slowly, she began undressing midst the rain of water, her slender yet curvy body leaving Fero's eyes wide open.
Once her grooming was complete, Princess Amelia gracefully stepped onto the lush expanse of grass, the verdant blades yielding beneath her delicate footsteps. With a flick of her fingers her entire body dried and clothes appeared on her as new.
Fero approached Princess Amelia with a casual demeanor, his hand scratching his ass. "If you knew how to fly, why did I have to carry you here?" he inquired.
Amelia's cheeks flushed crimson as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. "D-D-Did you... watch me while I was showering?" she stammered, her voice trembling with mortification as the realization of Fero's presence during her private moment dawned upon her.
"Yea? So fucking what?" He said smelling his fingers.
"KYAA!" she shrieked, her hand instinctively lashing out in an attempt to slap Fero.
Fero's grin widened, a gleam of mischief dancing in his eyes. Before her palm even had a chance to touch him, he seized her wrist with a grip as firm as iron. With a sudden, explosive force, he hurled her backward, as if she were nothing more than a mere pebble in his hand.
She hurtled through the air like a ragdoll, her body tossed with such tremendous strength that she skipped across the surface of the river like a skipping stone, each impact sending sprays of water in all directions. With each bounce, the force seemed to intensify, propelling her with relentless momentum until finally, with a resounding thud, she collided with the trunk of a colossal tree on the opposite end of the river.
"Bitch thought she could hit me? Pfhh," Fero sneered, flying beside Princess Amelia, only to find her remarkably unscathed by his throw.
Princess Amelia rose to her feet, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she surveyed her dampened state. "Look at me nowww..." she lamented, her voice thick with tears, "I just dried myself and now I'm wet againnn."
Even thought Fero used a fraction of his power to throw her, he was still caught of guard by princess Amelia's resilience and emotional response.
"Don't try to hit me again, you understand?" Fero asserted firmly, seizing her wrist before propelling them both upward into the sky. With swift, purposeful movements, he guided them back towards the escort group.
As they soared through the heavens, the rush of wind dried Princess Amelia's clothes in an instant.
The fleet was sitting on the dirt and eating lunch, but as Fero and Amelia landed, all of them abruptly stood up and bowed to the princess.
Once inside the carriage, the journey resumed, the rhythmic clatter of hooves accompanying their progress. Surrounding them, a contingent of hundreds of knights maintained a vigilant watch over their procession.
The princess wiggled her finger nervously, her gaze drifting downward to her thighs as she couldn't look Fero in the eyes out of embarrassment.
Fero, observing her, shifted his attention to her hair, a curious expression on his face.
"Yo," he began casually, "For which country you a princess?"
Perplexed by Fero's manner of speech, Princess Amelia furrowed her brow. "I d-do not understand. Can you rephrase it? The way you speak is very different from ours," she responded, her tone tinged with uncertainty.
Fero sighed, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "Pray tell, from which realm doth thou hail, fair princess? Is that better?"
"Ah, yes, much better! I am the noble princess of the vast empire known as the Sambo Empire!" Princess Amelia declared proudly, her voice ringing out with confidence for the first time since they met.
"Sambo?! Isn't that the small-ass country the ancestors mentioned? Fucking useless princess then."
"Sambo is one of the largest empires in the world!" Princess Amelia shot back, meeting Fero's gaze directly, her brown eyes shimmering with defiance and pride.
As the carriage jostled along the rugged terrain, Fero reclined against the uncomfortable seat, pondering the revelation about the Sambo Empire. "That old guy said it was a tiny country, but if he was alive 300 years ago, I guess things might've changed. Might as well look into it," he mused to himself.
Turning his attention to Princess Amelia, Fero placed a hand on her thigh and inquired, "Where exactly is the Sambo Empire located?"
Princess Amelia recoiled at the touch, her expression a mixture of surprise and blushing. "Ahh~"
"Ahem, How do you not know such basic knowledge? You must truly be a lower life form," she retorted, pushing his arm away with a flick of her hand. With a touch of her index finger to Fero's forehead, a surge of information flooded his mind, providing him with precise details about the location of the Sambo Empire.
As the influx of knowledge flooded his consciousness, Fero was momentarily disoriented, his mind struggling to process the sudden influx of information. "Wow, what the fuck?" he exclaimed, shaking his head to dispel the lingering confusion.
Without further ado, Fero seized Princess Amelia's hand and placed his steel wristwatch into her palm. "Here, as thanks. Wear this on your wrist, and you'll always know the exact time. I'm not sure if this world is familiar with the concept of time, but whatever. See ya, bitch!" With that, Fero swiftly exited the carriage and soared into the expansive skies, leaving Princess Amelia stunned and breathless in his wake, her gaze fixated on the watch clutched in her hand.
With a mix of curiosity and wonder, Princess Amelia fastened the watch around her wrist, her eyes transfixed on the rhythmic movement of the watch's hands as they traced the passage of time.
As Fero streaked through the skies, propelled by bursts of magic erupting from his legs like rockets, he hurtled towards the Sambo Empire with astonishing speed.
After hours of traversing the vast expanse of the sky at subsonic velocity, a glimmer of the empire finally came into view. The sight that greeted Fero exceeded even his wildest expectations—the world stretched out before him, a sprawling expanse that seemed to defy comprehension.
The Sambo Empire sprawled across the horizon, its scale far surpassing anything Fero had ever imagined. It appeared to stretch endlessly, vast and majestic, larger than any city in Earth.
The enormity of the empire was overwhelming. Floating high above the clouds, Fero gazed upon a seemingly infinite expanse of islands suspended in the sky, each adorned with medieval structures and bustling with life. The ground below was obscured by the dense cluster of buildings, a labyrinthine maze of civilization that extended as far as the eye could see.
"Holy shit!" Fero exclaimed inwardly as he took in the breathtaking spectacle before him. The sheer magnitude of the Sambo Empire was unlike anything he had ever encountered.