Chapter 35: The Me Who Waited, Perhaps
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A single rider emerged from the castle's main gate and galloped west along the lake shore.
The beautiful rider passed through the deep forest, heading west.
Carrying a small amount of luggage, the lone rider sped through the forest path.
Occasionally, they would weave through settlements... between the houses, galloping on.
The rider showed no interest in the settlements of the Green Demon Tribe (Elves), simply galloping through.
Even if they thought they saw a figure, they galloped on without stopping.
The lone rider continued to gallop, as if knowing no fatigue.
Knowing no fatigue, the rider galloped on, oblivious to day or night.
Upon leaving the forest, the rider lost their out-of-place speed.
Did the rider come to know fatigue, or perhaps thirst?
It was not the rider, but... only the horse that felt it.
The one controlling the horse felt neither fatigue nor thirst.
The rider stopped by a riverbank, and after a short rest, galloped on again.
Facing the wilderness, the rider galloped west at a suitable pace.