Zelyn suddenly felt a cold chill run through her entire body. She opened her eyes heavily, with great difficulty, still immersed in a deep sleep.
She had the sensation that her sheets were being pulled away and she heard a very, very distant voice.
"Miss Zelyn! Wake up already!"
"Eh... but what's happening, why so early...?" murmured Zelyn without fully waking up.
Circe completely removed the blanket, leaving Zelyn's semi-naked body exposed.
"So cold, Circe… why won't you let me sleep...?" she murmured.
"We agreed to train today. I spent an hour waiting for you in the usual place," she grumbled.
Zelyn sat up with a lost gaze on the bed, still with the sensation of deep sleep. She had fallen asleep almost at dawn; that habit of falling asleep late was something that hadn't even changed upon arriving in this world.
When she managed to open her eyes with difficulty, still with blurry vision, the first thing she saw was her bare chest. Unconsciously, she brought her hands toward it, pressing a little.
'But what is this… it's so soft.'
"M-Miss Zelyn, doing that won't make them grow more," said Circe, turning her gaze away with a mischievous giggle.
"U-uh? B-but what are you saying! It's not that, it's not because of that!"
Finally, Zelyn reacted. Her heart raced as she realized she was touching a pair of soft breasts. Her breasts.
'But why am I without clothes…? Ah, I must have taken them off while sleeping, out of habit.'
"Yes, yes, I'm awake now..." she said while getting up.
Circe placed a robe over her shoulders.
"Go take a bath and get ready, Miss Zelyn. We've already wasted a lot of time."
'I was hoping all of this had been a bad dream.'
Upon leaving the shower, Zelyn put on the clothes Circe had brought her the night before and they left the castle together through the back door. They went into an area full of trees, where the wind blew forcefully.
Since she had arrived in that world, she hadn't gone out or observed anything from the outside, but she noticed immediately that they were at the very top of an enormous mountain, so high that it even surpassed the clouds.
They walked a bit more, almost to the edge of the mountain, when Zelyn's mouth fell open from the impression and she let out a cry without thinking.
"Wh-wh-wh, but what is that!"
"Ah, did you notice, Miss Zelyn? I got a new saddle for my wyvern."
'Saddle? I clearly asked about the dragon…' Zelyn's mind spun from the shock.
'So… that's what a wyvern looks like? How exciting. No, wait… is it dangerous?'
"Don't tell me we're going to ride it."
"Of course. Otherwise, it would take us a long time to arrive."
"Wouldn't it be better to train in the castle?"
"How strange that you say that, Miss, when what you hate most is encountering your brothers."
'The last thing I want right now is to run into that imbecile Aedan.'
Circe took Zelyn by the hand, who was lost in her thoughts, and brought her closer to the wyvern.
Seeing Circe approach, the creature positioned itself, spreading its wings so they could mount easily. Walking over them, Circe sat in front and Zelyn behind.
The wyvern rose with a leap and immediately descended at great speed, falling in a dive and piercing the clouds. Zelyn couldn't help but scream. Between the excitement and fear, she gripped Circe's waist tightly.
"Ahg…"
Circe emitted a sweet sound that was lost in the wind.
"Miss, don't tickle me!" grumbled Circe, somewhat blushing.
"I'm sorry!" Zelyn shouted, as the wind carried her words away.
Her eyes were bright. That had probably been the happiest moment since she arrived in this world. Riding a dragon, every child's dream. Although it wasn't exactly a dragon, but a wyvern.
'But who would notice the difference.'
Zelyn thought that very happily while hugging Circe tightly.
"This is so much fun!"
Circe seemed to notice that Zelyn was unusually happy, because she began to make the wyvern perform stunts, spinning like a screw at high speed while they dove, piercing the clouds.
When they descended enough, Zelyn noticed that the distance was enormous. The mountain where the castle stood was as high as Mount Everest, or even higher. In the distance, a city could be seen, and the wyvern's speed stabilized.
"Circe, is that where we're going?"
"Sip. Before training, I want you to eat something delicious, Miss, since you hate the castle food."
"He he he… yes, let's go!"
Zelyn was so excited about flying on a wyvern that she almost seemed like a little girl receiving her first pet as a birthday gift.
She couldn't stop wondering what other kinds of creatures existed in that world. Until only a day ago, all of that would have been completely unreal to her. In her world, it was nothing more than fantasy.
And now they were landing, mounted on a wyvern, in that demonic city.