Sleep Is the Greatest Thing!
That night, in the bathroom of the carriage suite, Frieren and Fern teamed up and fought a certain man-eating bear until all was chaos. It was well into the night before the two of them finally stumbled out of the bathroom one after the other, as naked and disheveled as a pair of skinned bullfrogs.
As for who had won the battle between them and Tibbers, that remained to be seen.
In any case, the next day, when they used Levitation to load the carriage onto the back of the Red Mirror Dragon and set off into the sky, both of them still had dark circles under their eyes. It was obvious they hadn't gotten much rest the night before.
"..."
"So many people are watching!"
"Word of us traveling on a dragon will spread soon, won't it?"
As the dragon climbed slowly and steadily to an altitude of dozens of meters, Fern looked down at the villagers pouring out of the village to watch. She couldn't help feeling a little surprised—and proud.
After all, she'd really been looking forward to being admired and envied as a dragon-riding mage.
"..."
Frieren didn't answer Fern's question. Instead, she glanced toward Annie's room. Seeing that the door was still shut, she continued standing beside Fern at the window, looking outside.
"..."
They watched for a while. When Fern saw that the Red Mirror Dragon was still climbing slowly, she suddenly remembered something else.
"Oh, right!"
"Lady Frieren, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to look for that Warrior named Stark?"
"How did it go?"
"Is he really as strong as Lord Eze said?"
"Mm..."
"He does have a lot of potential. He's just a little timid."
"Huh?"
"A timid Warrior?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"