Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Looking at the wooden wheels on what appears to be a brown, but rather long and light, four-wheeled vehicle. Knowing that if I stayed there for a month, my body, especially my behind, would be in a lot of pain. Seeing that has reduced my desire to leave this place, as well as my desire to travel. Sack, who is standing next to me, has a face that contrasts with mine. A face filled with excitement and curiosity as he approached the brown long carriage. Of course he would feel that way; he has no idea what a moving vehicle without suspensions feels like.

Oh, how I envy his ignorance, excitement, and even curiosity. I return my stare to the carriage with a depressed expression, praying that the suspension problem will be solved via magic by some means. However, the chances of that happening are slim to none. I move closer to the entrance of the long carriage, ignoring all these troubling thoughts about a problem for which I have no solution. Simply put, the inside is cozy, comfortable, and clean. The seats have soft mattresses with lots of space in the middle. There is so much space infact, that two people standing side by side can easily fit.

This time, the desire to leave has grown slightly; at the very least, the seats would alleviate the lack of suspension. I move to the front after closing the door to see what will be pushing the carriage. When I take two steps forward, the first thing I notice is a white long thick neck with a long mane. The mane that runs down the right side of the neck is a beautiful white color that resembles more of a silver color. Closer inspection reveals a horse standing with a relaxed body posture, resting one hind leg, alert with ears up and facing forward, eyes open, muzzle relaxed with oval nostrils and a closed mouth.

This horse, out of the few I've seen in my life, is simply the most beautiful of them all. The one on the right, on the other hand, is completely black with the exception of white markings on the face and legs. Standing about five feet tall with strong looking muscles all over his front and back legs. A carriage drawn by two horses is only natural given the size of the carriage. "Aren't they lovely?" says an unexpected deep voice to my left. Looking to my left, I notice a tall bearded man with a strong head. He is dressed in yellow leather trousers that match the same color jacket.

This man appears to be the owner of the carriage and the person who will transport us to our destination. I believe I've seen him a couple of times; if I'm not mistaken, he's the father of one of the children I've trained. He is also the one who took Kai and Kai's family to the temple for Kai's own awakening ceremony. He probably does this sort of transportation as his job. "They are indeed beautiful, especially that white one," I say, pointing to the lovely white horse.

The bald man moves closer to that horse, to the side of the horse's shoulder, to be exact. When he gets close enough, he pats the right side of its neck. The men then scratch behind the horse's ear, calming and comforting the animal. "Come here," the man says, extending his right hand. "Come closer; she won't bite. I'll show you where you can pat her" he finishes saying. I in return move closer towards him, as he instructs.

He gently grabs my right hand with his giant hand, then shifts my hand to the same spot where his hand was previously. "This is how it's done. Horses enjoy being patted on the side of their necks" He informs me. In comparison to this six-foot-tall giant, I am only about four feet tall at most, demonstrating once again how much I miss my older body. "Are we all set to go?!?" I was about to say something when I heard my father yell not far away.

The bald man lets go of both my hand and the horse's neck. "Go on, it appears that the time to depart has arrived," the man says, smiling in my direction. thanking him for allowing me to pat his horse and showing me how to properly pat it i turn around. he appears to be a nice and caring person, even though his appearance tells me otherwise. He's the type of person who, if seen walking down the street, would lead one to believe he's a gang member. Nonetheless, his attitude toward me will disprove anyone.

The time has come to depart. Moving away from the horse and the bald man, I approach my father, who is standing next to the carriage. Shifting my gaze to the inside of the carriage, I noticed Sack and his mother, as well as my mother, who was sitting comfortably. My mother summons me with a hand gesture, patting the soft mattres beside her. Accepting her call, I take a seat next to her, with Claire, Sack's mother, and Sack in front of me.

"Hello, Miss Claire, I hope you're having a wonderful day," I begin the conversation off with Claire. She smiles charmingly at me while shifting her entire body to face my direction. "Hello there, little Ash, i am indeed having a fantastic day. which I hope you are also having" she says. She, like my mother, is a lovely lady dressed in a long jacket that reaches her knees. as well as long boots with what appears to be fur on the top. Sack resembles her more than his own father, having inherited her eye structure and face shape. That does not, however, imply that he bears no resemblance to his father.

He has the same hair color, attitude, and body structure as his father. That last part is self-evident. Their body structures would naturally resemble since they are both males. Nonetheless, if Sack were to magically age, his body structure would closely resemble that of his father. That is, at least, what I believe. "I am also doing well," I respond to Claire's statement. She flashes me a wide smile, revealing her gleaming white teeth. A smile that would make any man blush, I am no exception. Averting my gaze and glancing at Sack in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.

All I hear after that is a soft giggle to both my left and right, which my mother apparently found amusing as well. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay, but I also don't find that amusing. I am one hundredth percent straight, but having feelings for a woman who is already married does not sit well with me. Especially when i have the appearance of a five years old. Ignoring those two, I cast a glance to my left, where the window is, since the carriage began to move not to long ago.

Observing dozens of trees pass by in quick succession, in quick flow. Even though the carriage was moving, the lack of suspension was barely even noticeable. Perhaps because the road is not as rough, but rather smooth. The seats are also helping to alleviate that problem, though not as much as I would have thought. Even so, it's not as bad as it sounds; it's more like driving in an old car on a smooth road. And like that, time flew by until nighttime arrived.

We had to stop somewhere near the road, but not too far away either, to camp and rest for the night. Not only do the horses require sleep, but so do we. We need this in order to have a pleasant and productive day. We are currently sitting around the fire place to keep warm. A fireplace that smells like the warm aroma of cooked food and cedar embers. Using the same fire, my mother and Claire are cooking fish caught by my father and Carl in a nearby pond. Which we washed our bodies in the same pond, ladies first, of course.

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The fire burned brightly in the fireplace, illuminating our surroundings and allowing us to see every nook and cranny. While my father keeps an eye on our surroundings to ensure we don't get any unexpected visitors. So far, the trip has been monotonous, possibly because we have been inside the carriage for the majority of the day. Don't get me wrong: I prefer this to an unexpected attack by a powerful beast. Still, a little excitement would at least help to relieve that boredom; after all, we still have a whole month ahead of us.

Sack, who is sitting next to me, is feeling the same way since he is making the same face as me. His excitement and curiosity are long gone, but replaced by a bored expression. Sack's father must have noticed our solemn expressions because he approaches and sits next to us. "What's the problem? Is the long journey not to your liking?" He says next to me, drawing both Sack and my attention to him. Does he believe that watching the trees pass by will relieve our boredom? "I wouldn't say it's to my taste. It was at first, but watching trees pass by for hours would bore anyone" I try to sound as dull as possible. He must have considered this because he has the face of someone who has come up with something. "How about this, if along the way we come across a beast so weak that you two can easily take care of, I'll let you," he says right after.

Sacks mood performs a one-eighty while grinning from ear to ear. I, on the other hand, am not so naive as to believe that a monster would attack out of nowhere like that; after all, no monster had attacked during our entire day of riding. Well, no need to be so pessimistic; if a beast attacked, it would at least relieve my boredom. "Eat to your hearts content and go to sleep" he says.

THE NEXT DAY

We're still in the torture vehicle we were in yesterday. Despite the fact that it feels like a day, five hours have passed with nothing noteworthy happening. Sack, who was the most motivated, is in the same bored state as last night. "Ash lets..." sack was about to say, but he was cut off by the carriage abruptly stopping. Something must have happened outside, something unexpected. Right after I thought that, the carriage door unexpectedly opened, revealing my father on the other side.

"Your time has come, Ash and Sack. Prepare yourself and meet us outside "He says hastily. Sack jumps up and attempts to leave a split second later, but is stopped by his own mother. I didn't realize it at the time, but it appears that my mother is also holding my hand. "Why do you two need to go when your fathers can easily handle it? There is no reason for both of you to leave" Sack's mother expresses concern. I stare at her, perplexed; I thought my father or Carl had informed them of our plans. "Well, you see, yesterday last night. Father had given us permission to take care of any weak beasts that so happened to be in our path" Sack explains.

"We weren't informed of this! Did he forget that I have a say as well?" my mother exclaims, her face flushed with rage. In an attempt to calm her down, I extended my left hand towards her hand, which has a tight grip on mine. "mother, nothing bad will happen, not only are we stronger than ever, father and Carl are there to make sure that doesn't happen. please, we just want to gain experience. we are confident that nothing bad will happen," I reassure her. Sack nods, agreeing with me. She returns my stare, pondering what she should do.

After exchanging a few glances, they both decided to let us go and do as we please. We approach my father and Carl after exiting the carriage with our real, metal weapons. "Sack, Ash, a herd of what I assume are goblins is heading this way. Even though they are one of the weakest monsters, they can cause serious harm if you are not careful" My father tells me to the right. And, just as he predicted, about twenty goblins appeared behind the trees that surrounded us.

A herd of small, grotesque, monstrous green creatures appeared. Their horrible stench was so strong that I could smell them from here. Some carried rusted swords, while others carried bows and arrows. Some of their swords were bent in such a way that I wondered how they would swing that thing. They not only had swords, but also small battle axes in the same condition as the swords. Not to mention their clothing; some wore only pants, while others wore nothing at all, exposing their private parts to the entire world.

I had thought goblins would be more visually appealing, but these small green creatures are nightmare monsters. "How awful, Sack, you take care of those in back while I take care of these in front of me," I say to Sack, who quickly obeys. Now that I know Sack can take care of those in the back, I focus all of my attention on those in front of me. The goblins yell and screech as they rush towards me, stumbling over each other. They are certainly fast for small creatures, but I am faster. I close in on them at breakneck speed, astounded those in my path.

As soon as im infront of the first, I sever his head from his body, the goblin only sees me and then the sky overhead. Those who witnessed the gruesome scene were frozen in fear after witnessing one of their kin die without even fighting back. They halt and hesitate, so I take advantage of this and dash to a pack of five, slashing and dicing them as well. The fear these goblins felt increased to unimaginable proportions. Some peed on themselves, amplifying the stench of their already revolting bodies.

A small smile appears on my face without my noticing, but the goblins on the other hand only see a monster far above their level rather than a human. Some wondered why they had come, while others fled in fear in the opposite direction. Nonetheless, they were wasting their time because those who even took a few steps back were killed without their knowledge. From the ten goblins who were infront of me, only two remained. Those two are in a state far beyond fear, as if their worst nightmare, their definition of TERROR, is in front of them. They are so terrified that they do not even move when I approach them.

Once in front, I slash horizontally decapitating both of them while blood gushes out like a fountain. Looking around and seeing no one left, I turn around to find Sack on the ground with his mother beside him. He appears to be crying, and then it dawned on me that he is only a child. Of course, this would be his fist.... kill.

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