Then—
"Awoo!!!"
A miserable cry echoed through the night. The dusty warhorse snorted, then gave the empty air behind it a vivid, contemptuous look.
Obviously, a shut-in geek could not leap into the air and crack a whip while riding a horse.
"Bro... you can't even stay cool for three seconds."
Seeing how thoroughly he had been conquered by the horse, Shiro could not help looking embarrassed.
If riding skill was the art of conquering a horse, then he had clearly been conquered by the horse instead.
"Let me give you a hand."
The sturdy-looking noble beside them hurried over, then directly hauled up Sora, who seemed half-dead from the fall, held him in his arms, and darted toward the National Library.
"Let's go."
The sibling pair, idiots yet geniuses, instantly broke into a run under someone else's lead.
It was not a long journey—after all, the Winged Race's residence was one of the core areas of this nation.
A massive building stood within the human city, its doors left open.
The group pushed open the enormous doors at the entrance and stepped into the library.
Within this space, bookshelves that defied gravity filled not only the walls but even the ceiling.
Countless faint lights floated in the air, while towering bookshelves dozens of meters high formed a maze-like space brimming with fantasy.
"More new guests? What a strange day this has been."
"But I need to entertain another guest right now. Why don't you go back first?"
Almost the instant they entered the library, a careless voice echoed through the space.
Sora and Shiro hurriedly looked toward the source of the voice, then spotted the figure.
She was a young girl with a geometric halo spinning above her head.
From her waist sprouted wings glowing faintly, too small by