"Somehow, I've flown off to who knows where again. What a headache..." Above a lush green forest, Achill flew slowly along, helplessly surveying the vast woodland around him. Faced with this completely unfamiliar landscape, he shook his head with a wry smile. "I remember flying to that Desert from this direction, didn't I? How could retracing my route go wrong? Wait, which direction did I fly to the Desert from again?" His head filled with question marks.
"Ah, forget it. At least this isn't some barren place like a desert~" Looking at all the greenery below, Achill decided he couldn't be bothered to dwell on the problem anymore. As long as I keep flying around here, I should eventually find signs of people~ Probably...
"As long as I find people and a town with transportation, everything will be fine~" After muttering a few words to himself, Achill put the matter out of his mind. Magical light blazed around him, and his figure suddenly streaked across the sky like a speeding meteor—
As we learned earlier, Achill had originally been training alone in the middle of an uninhabited desert in the north. After resolving his underlying problems, however, he left that godforsaken place~ And that was where the trouble began. The only reason he had reached that Desert in the first place was that, upon leaving Magnolia, he had casually picked a direction he thought would lead somewhere sparsely populated, then flown straight ahead without looking back!
He had flown for about a week before finally reaching that deserted wasteland! None of that had posed a problem in itself. The trouble was that, after training in his consciousness space, he accidentally chose the wrong direction when he was ready to leave~ His reasoning had been simple: since he had flown straight