Chapter 11 - Wandering Grooves (1) (1/2)

Now let us go back in the Pearl Continent…

Between the gaps of old trees covered with mosses were two figures in white robes slowly walking. In front was a handsome cinnamon roll. With his domineering eyes on his white smooth face, pointed chin and brownish hair clipped to his side, laid a fragile shoulder and an arm with a bit of defined muscles. While at back was tall composed figure with his impeccable look under his fluttering silver hair. Together with his broad shoulder and defined biceps, triceps was his attractive jaw line that exuded masculinity.

”Wah! So refreshing!” Ziro, walking in front, stretched her arms up. Her feet were straddling on huge tree roots above the ground. She gently shoved her white robe patterned with golden clouds at its hems, on her sides to prevent her from tripping.

”Careful, your Highness.”

A calm and low voice resounded at her back. It was Siwaliw who was walking behind. That caught Ziro's attention.

”Huh? Why are you not flying this time?” She slowly turned her face towards her royal servant.

”Ah.” Siwaliw got shocked. He suddenly cupped his hand then made a bow.

”Please forgive my incompetence, your Highness but I couldn't.”

”Ha? W-why? Are your wings hurt? Don't tell me you had an accident just now?” She was taken aback until subconsciously she threw rapping questions and she actually loved it. In her past life, professors would lose their wits when she would consume all their class hours by entertaining all her queries.

Well, after all she's curious of the things she didn't know. In fact, this curiosity proliferated after travelling here in this world and made her believe what was impossible in her past life. Magic! Beasts! And there may be even more! Curious!

They continued their slow pace.