Standing before Zhang Xixi was the Centaur with grayish-white hair.
Only up close did she realize that he looked to be around two meters sixty tall. With his horse body and human upper torso, he was like a breathing wall.
The Centaur lowered his head and looked at her.
"Hello, beautiful girl."
His voice was unexpectedly gentle, like a subwoofer with a soft-focus filter.
"My name is Kasan. Are you ready?"
Zhang Xixi tilted her head back to look at him. Her face instantly flushed red, and her dress turned heartbeat pink.
"R-ready!"
The Bearman attendant beside them crouched down and held out two hands as big as palm-leaf fans.
"Step on."
Zhang Xixi placed one foot in the Minotaur's palm.
The next second, she was lifted steadily into the air.
The force was so gentle that it felt as though a breeze had blown her up.
Then she was sitting on Kasan's back.
His back was broad and solid, far steadier than she had imagined.
She could feel the warmth rising from beneath her, along with the slight rise and fall of his breathing.
"Are you sitting securely?" Kasan turned his head.
At that angle, the sunlight fell right across his profile.
Zhang Xixi's heart skipped a beat.
"Y-yes!"
"Good. Hold on tight. We're about to start."
Kasan smiled faintly, turned back, and began walking.
Every step carried a sense of steady strength, his four hooves striking the ground in an even, measured rhythm.
Sitting on his back, Zhang Xixi felt the gentle jolting.
The wind swept past her ears, carrying the scent of earth and grass, along with the faint smell of sweat from him.
To get rid of their body odor, the Half-Orcs had specifically gathered together and asked someone from the Holy Human Race to cast