"Mm, never apart."
Likaro wore an expression that was both happy and sad.
Happy because the person she loved was right before her eyes, and sad because she had been poked by her beloved's dragon horns again.
First it had been wings, and now it was dragon horns. It really felt far too dangerous.
No wonder Ailolin usually liked to leave some distance from the headboard when she slept. If she accidentally stabbed her horns into it, that would probably be incredibly awkward.
After arriving somewhere deserted, Ailolin reverted to her true form under Likaro's gaze.
Flying through human territory for long periods carried the risk of exposure. Although Ailolin could use magic to conceal herself, accidents could not be ruled out.
Therefore, Ailolin tried her best to fly above uninhabited areas.
Still, even if she were discovered, it would not matter much. At worst, a few rumors would spread. Even when Dragonkind did not exist, there were often rumors about them.
This time, Likaro lay sprawled across the dragon's back, rubbing her face against Ailolin's black scales.
Ailolin was now taller, stronger, and more imposing than she had been as a child. In Likaro's eyes, she looked incredibly cool.
"Is the stabilizing magic set up?"
"No problem!"
After confirming it was safe, Ailolin beat her wings and soared from the ground, whipping up a powerful gust of wind.
With just a few flaps of her wings, she could travel an immense distance.
After reaching above the clouds, Likaro cast magic to maintain the air around them.
Then Ailolin flew north, toward Aidefalong—Likaro's hometown, and the place where she had been born into this world.
PS: This treasure chest was actually a bet: [I'll drag you into this pit. If you write better than me, I'll smash a treasure chest