Chapter 137

Leaving the road people had cleared behind, the dragon steed ran through the underbrush, and I could feel the grass crushing beneath its feet, the scent of green rising up.

……Nothing's catching on my face?

After running for a while through a place untouched by human hands, I blinked at the realization.

Riding a dragon steed through thickly overgrown brush wasn't easy. The problem wasn't the steed — it was the person. A dragon steed was sturdy enough, with tough scales and a strong body, to shrug off grass and branches without a thought, but compared to that, a human body was nothing but fragile.

I lifted my head and looked ahead. In the Duke's hand, now that he'd slowed to barely more than a walk, a small blade had appeared, glinting.

Every time his arm moved lightly, I saw a branch snap and drop to the ground — one…