If you think about it this way, you only live in order to die. Even elves, long-lived beings, know that. So then, where is the meaning of life if the end waits just around the corner?
Mitsuki walked alongside the large group that had formed. Behind them was Marco, keeping his distance from everyone with a grim expression. He was extremely irritated about having to travel with nobles, to the point it looked like he could melt the ground with his glare.
'The carriage ride is going to be even worse.'
At moments like these, Mitsuki appreciated not having emotions. Just imagining how troublesome it would be to be surrounded by so many noisy people made his stomach churn instinctively.
'At least they aren't fighting like they did back in the dragon village.'
Right now, they were heading toward the place where Aslan had hidden the horses and carriage.
"Now that I think about it, what did the horses eat while they were hidden away?" Azel asked.
