But I wasn't sent flying when hit with this wind.
Instead, it was as if there was some kind of magic force that kept me attached to the saddle.
It was as if no matter how much momentum hit me, this magic force would keep me strapped into the saddle.
I naturally had no idea what kind of magic force this was, but it was strong enough to resist all of this.
"Stop…" I thought in a weak tone.
When Lupus received this order, she suddenly came to a stop.
The inertia of the speed almost threw me off the saddle, but once again the same magic force kept me strapped into the saddle.
It seemed that it didn't matter which direction I was thrown in, as long as I was sitting in the saddle, this magic force would keep me strapped in. It was like some kind of seat belt that made sure that I didn't go flying.
