What did it feel like to ride a centaur?
I'd had that thought while playing Heroes of Might and Magic.
Now that cute little Theresa was riding on the centaur's back, she finally knew what it felt like...
It felt like her butt was about to split in two...
Still, riding was definitely easier and faster than flying on her own. Before long, they reached the canyon leading to the Jura Great Forest.
Cute little Theresa sat on the centaur's back, wrapped both arms around her upper body, and looked at the enormous ravine ahead.
There weren't any monsters here at all. There was even a kind of pressure in the air—it had to be the legendary dragon's aura.
Of course, Theresa wasn't bothered by it at all. Only the centaur beneath her was too afraid to move forward. But under the Blood Clan contract, she still walked slowly into the ravine.
"Where's the dragon? Why can't I see it?" Once they reached the canyon, Theresa looked up, but there was nothing in sight.
"That dragon has always stayed within this canyon. It couldn't possibly have left." The centaur was terrified.
Then Theresa suddenly heard a hissing sound. The centaur had actually wet herself in fright.
"You're useless. As one of my followers, you're completely unfit for the job." Theresa caught the smell, her expression darkening as she said irritably.
"I'm just an ordinary centaur. How could I possibly fight a dragon?" The centaur was on the verge of tears.
"Fine, fine! Go back on your own!"
Theresa couldn't take it anymore. She spread the wings on her back, pushed off the centaur's back, and leaped into the air.
"Then, my lady, take care!"
At her words, the centaur turned and bolted, running twice as fast as she had when