The enormous Otherworld Whale gently flicked its tail and turned, intending to catch up with the Gem Mage Tower glittering in the sunlight.
However, a deafening song reached Hill's ears.
It began in scattered chaos, but soon gradually found its rhythm.
The chorus of at least several hundred thousand people instantly scattered the white clouds beneath the Otherworld Whale.
"That year, you set foot in a foreign land at dusk, believing it could unravel your confusion.
You looked at the unfamiliar eyes around you, yet woke each morning with a heart full of unease.
On tranquil rainy nights, you thought of home, the scent of oak leaves lingering in your heart.
Remembering those reluctant gazes at parting, you could not help looking back.
You are about to return home, where someone will soothe your wounded heart..."
Hill let out a soft sigh... The tune had changed.
He knew it. This sort of sentiment would last thirty seconds at most.
"Bear, oh Bear, dream on... Don't you know who you are?
Is the honey ready?
Has the wine been brewed?
Are you ready to listen to all the complaints at home?
Come home, Bear~ Next time you come, it'll be time to husk corn!"
Hill hesitated for several seconds... After all, they were high in the air, so he had to consider what spell to use.
Being struck by lightning would actually have worked quite well.
But considering the Undead's consistent style, he decided it would be better to maintain his usual approach.
As it happened, he had spent plenty of time studying the Astral Gales in the valley lately... Though he could not make those highly destructive storms disappear, adding a little force and sweeping them directly from the valley to the mountaintop was no problem.
The Crystal Fan, which