There was still time until he turned thirty. But time was flying. The time would come in the blink of an eye while he was still talking about it. If that happened, Bash would be over. He wouldnât be able to live outdoors for the rest of his life. The engagement of the Beastmen royal family; the Beastmen Nation would be cheering for this. What kind of Hero or warrior would he be if he couldnât seize this opportunity? This time, the two were more passionate than ever.
âWhich way is it?â After stepping over the cliff and being able to stay on the ground with his two feet, Bash looked around. Despite being excited, he was in the middle of the fog. He only vaguely knew which way was up and which way was down.
âThis way! This way! The Red Forest is definitely this way! Trust me and follow me!â
âSure!â
However, with him there was also a Fairy who was a good scout. Or, if one did not know her well, one would have felt uncomfortable at her untrustworthy words and actions, and would have taken the wrong path. But Bash had known Zell for a long time. Whether in a strange forest under a thunderstorm, in a swamp of corpses, or on a battlefield where angry shouts and sword fights resounded, he had survived by trusting and following Zellâs guidance. Thatâs why he believed in her and followed her. Sometimes she strayed, but he knew they would reach their destination.
The air was thin and cold, and if it was the season, it would be covered with snow. It was a harsh environment in which a human being would freeze to death in an instant. However, Bashâs steps were light. For the Beastmen Nation, the âRed Forestâ, was just around the corner.
âOh? The fog is lifting!â
At that moment, a strong wind blew. And as if blown by the wind, the fog began to clear. Light shone through the clouds that covered the sky, and the clear sky spread out.
It only lasted a minute or so. The fog around Bash had lifted, the sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly.
âItâs the âarrival in the skyâ, huh.â
On the continent of Vastonia, the weather sometimes changed abruptly. When a heavy rain or storm suddenly ceased and the sky cleared, it was called âarrival in the skyâ. These events had often occurred in the midst of great battles and had changed the course of history.
Bash, too, had memories of experiencing a few Arrivals in the Sky. Even in that unforgettable decisive battle in the highlands of Lemium, there had been one. But that one was not the product of natureâŠ
âOh, there! There is the Beastmenâs Forest!â Zell shouted, just as Bash was about to remember a certain someone. Zell pointed in the direction. Just behind. Just below the cliff they had just passed, they could see a red forest. A big forest with bright red leaves, the âRed Forestâ of the Beastmen. âLetâs go down the mountain!â
âOkay!â Bash nodded oblivious to the fact that they almost missed it.
This was what always happened when you let Zell lead. In the end, as long as they could get there without so much delay, there was no problem. If Bash was alone, he would never arrive or, when he did, it would be too late.
They started down the steep slope, slipping and sliding. Orcs who knew Bash well would be relieved and disappointed at the same time.
âMm?â As they descended the slope, Bash suddenly felt a presence and looked back. ââŠâ
Behind him was the peak. In the distance, even with Bashâs eyes, was the peak of the mountain range. There, something was glowing and reflecting light. It was backlit and hard to see, but if you strained your eyes, it looked like someone was there.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothing. It seems there were other travelers besides us who got lost in the fog.â Bash, however, was an orc. He wasnât the type to worry about details. He doesnât care where if at the top there was also someone standing.
âHmm. I see.â Zell wasnât one to care about details either.
Still it couldnât be.
The name of a certain person came to Bashâs mind for a moment, but he quickly denied it. That person was not someone who would be in a place like this at this time, and even if he was here, it was none of Bashâs business.
âWell, letâs go to the checkpoint first! Vamos!â