>>6025720>>6025721>>6025733>>6025846>>6025965>>6025983>>6025999https://files.catbox.moe/g5c40s.mp3You shook your head, declining her offer. “No, the speed you going with now is fast enough.” It seemed she hadn’t had much practice flying while carrying someone else. Certainly, she had the strength, but it was safer not to push it. She lightly jostled her shoulder, then flapped her wings, carrying you higher, skimming just above a cloud.
“I’ll take it you also don’t want to pass through a thunder cloud, hero? It’s quite thrilling to experience!”
You managed a sheepish, nervous grin, just before a thunderclap echoed below and a bolt of lightning streaked through the cloud, inches off your boots. Count Whiskers yowled, his claws digging harder.
“Maybe some other time.”
You grimaced, edges of your mouth trembling as you pulled your knees away from the sparks.
You cast your gaze down, where the glimpses of distant grounds revealed themselves through breaks in the clouds. Were you afraid of heights? It was your first time so high up, an impossible height for a human to be at. Your attention was on Whiskers and his evident fear, making your own apprehension irrelevant. Despise the dizzying heights, Miranna’s comforting and secure grip made it feel like falling was out of the question.
“Do you believe he'll be much of use?” Miranna’s eyes, glinting red, shifted to your cat.
Your eyes left hers and fell down, feeling a sweat break out. “He’ll be useful.”
Would be great if Demon King was afraid of cats. She seemed to concede to your words without much resistance.
“Why don’t you want me to recruit or spare any of the other Demon King’s Generals, anyway?” you asked, the landscape morphing below—farmlands and forests giving way to spruce-filled marshes and black-peat quagmires. “Aren’t you friends with any of them?”
“I didn’t say I don’t want you to, but I think it’s useless to try. It’s best you deal with them as prophecy dictates! As for friendships, we’re not really friends, just fellow generals. There’s quite a bit of resentment between some of them!”
“Specifically, those vying for the position of Demon King's partner?”
“Uh-huh. But not just them. But, well, I don’t think you should care about that.”
Should you not? You leaned against her heated breastplate, feeling a draft of cold air on one side and warmth from the other.
Pensive, you asked, “What kind of things did you do for the Demon King?”
