He raised his head and looked at the sky. A faint mist hung high overhead, shrouding everything. The sun was not especially bright; although light poured down, it carried a hazy, dreamlike quality.
He carefully cast the Reconnaissance Spell and discovered that within a radius of ten miles, there was not a single human being!
"This place is really remote." Although his arrival would not cause any trouble under such circumstances, it also meant he could not immediately determine whether he had truly returned home.
"Forget it. I'd better hurry to somewhere inhabited and ask around," he thought to himself.
In this unfamiliar environment, Romon was extremely cautious.
He left as soon as he decided to. There was truly nothing worth lingering over here, so Romon strode toward the wilderness. Just as he left the beach, a small animal suddenly darted out from the roadside grass and fled into the distance like the wind.
Clearly, the little animal had been frightened by Romon.
Such a thing was truly rare. With the power of a Saint Druid, even if he did not specialize in the Wild Domain, he still possessed an aura that made animals feel close to him.
Why had this little animal been frightened instead?
What kind of animal was that?
That brief glance had allowed Romon to roughly see its appearance. It was a small animal very much like a squirrel, except its tail was much smaller. It was fluffy as well, exceptionally nimble, and judging by its behavior, very afraid of people.
Even a Saint Druid like Romon made it feel fear.
After only one look, Romon immediately reached a conclusion: he had never seen this animal before.
"Just where is this place?"
Because of that small interlude, Romon began to doubt whether he had returned to