Chapter 18 (2/2)

If traveling by carriage is like this, then it’s not too shabby.

But that thought didn’t even last 5 minutes, it simply shattered.

With any excursion, rideability is important…

I nearly forgot that travel isn’t only determined by the comfy and spacious the seating is.

If that were the case, then riding in a cart with my arms and legs spread wide apart would’ve been the best way to travel….

Because of the rural village’s rocky dirt path, the carriage shook back and forth, side to side.

If there weren’t any comfy cushioned seats, my bottom would’ve been deeply bruised.

As the carriage wheels rolled over rocks, I tried hard to hold back whimpers of pain.

At least we’ll only ride on this path for a little longer before transferring to the train, it should be ok then.

When the scene with the train in the novel came to mind, my forehead wrinkled, still in agony.

I guess Luca mistook my pained expression with my not wanting to go to Winterwald, as he astutely asked,

“You don’t want to go that badly?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go there that badly…”

“Really? Your face doesn’t look like that, auntie…”

“What’s wrong with my face?”

“It looks like death.”

“Haha, I keep on mulling over nostalgia from Emden. There’re too many precious memories.”

I had absurd excuses like this.

But Luca nodded his head, seriously contemplating that my excuses were fairly reasonable.

Soon after, Luca began to doze off, as traveling drained him.

Seeing this, he’s definitely a kid after all.

I grinned as I observed his head bobbing sleepily like that.

Rüdiger watched us quietly, speaking after Luca completely fell asleep.

“He must be tired.”

“He must not be completely recovered. Normally, he is a child with a lot of energy.”

I placed Luca’s head on top of my knees, concerned that he may fall forward if he was left alone.

Luca couldn’t even sense that his head was resting on my knees, he was sleeping soundly.