The feeling of flying was not new to Romon.
As a Druid with a flying magical pet, Romon had spent more time soaring through the skies than anyone he knew.
He had long passed the stage of being curious about high-altitude flight. Aside from necessary travel and battle, he would rather remain in one fixed place, simply sitting there quietly.
Or walk along bustling streets, look at one smiling face after another, and experience the subtle beauty of the world.
Yet ever since he had left his homeland and begun training, he had experienced less and less of such a life. Everything in his life was tied to battle.
At first, he had felt this was the life he wanted. During these seven years, he needed to keep fighting, never stopping, so that within that limited time, he could achieve as much success as possible.
He needed to strengthen himself, so that he would not become a chess piece at the mercy of others.
But after fighting for so long, he did not know why—perhaps because he cultivated as a Druid, or perhaps because his mindset had changed as his Druid level rose—he had begun to grow tired of fixed surroundings and fixed work. He wanted to go somewhere entirely unfamiliar and experience life anew.
Romon had studied some psychology on Earth. He knew it was time for him to relax properly.
At this moment, Lightning was not flying especially fast. It maintained a steady pace, neither fast nor slow, as Romon had specifically requested. Since he had not taken on any mission, there was no need to rush against time as he usually did.
Relax. Relax his body and mind, let his soul have a brief rest. That was what he urgently needed to do.
Looking at the distant