The 3rd Arc of the 'Saint Series' novels.
At the end of his long absence from Chersea, Kuro finally opens his 'dream school', the 'Academy', in Chersea. However, peace is not to last. Conspiracies are abound, and his love and faithfulness to Madd...
By midday, Rosita (the undead dragon pet of the Ghoul Clan) was prepared to take me to the city of Darkmoor to the east. A pilot (a near-skeleton corpse named Giraud) was waiting for me at the courtyard of Vitalis' manor, and his servants also carried what looked to me as bags of provisions.
"Those are for your journey, laddie," the ghoul lord told me. "Honestly, I like you, and so are my people. Please accept our parting gift. There are food in those bags, as well as wineskins. I think Geraldine also put in some change of clothes, too."
"Geraldine?"
"My wife of eternity. She's also a talented seamstress during her life," Vitalis revealed. "She opted not to show herself since she says she's 'ugly and disgusting'; but Geraldine's a kind soul."
"Oh, please send my thanks to her, milord. And, I really don't mind her appearance."
"She'll like it once she learns of your words, laddie!" the ghoul lord then escorted me to the platform that led to Rosita's back, where there was a saddle waiting. "Well then, go now before it gets dark."
"Huh? It gets dark in here? As in night?"
"Err...oh, yeah! I forgot that you came from the land of the Undying Light, Chersea. Yes, there's 'night' in here, which happens every other day."
"But how do you know it is the end of the day without getting dark?"
"Ah, the old hero, Lady Cassandra David, brought us her idea of a 24-hour, seven-day-a-week, system from her old world. As far as I know, it was also adopted and implemented in Chersea recently, by that 'Commoner General Kuro', too."
Another one that my 'other self' did? Looks like this 'Kuro' has been a busy guy, eh?
I got a lot of things to ask Vitalis, but he's urging me to hurry, so I had no other choice other than to oblige. A few more words of farewell, some tweaks in the way the cargoes were loaded to the dragon, and soon, Rosita—with me, her pilot, and the provisions the ghouls lovingly gave me—was airborne.
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It was a quiet, and rather 'smooth' ride. Flying with Rosita felt like we're sailing in the air. The saddle the ghouls put for me was a secure one; I could easily lean on my sides, and never had the danger of falling down. I could tell that they really designed it for riding the undead dragon.
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"Rosita," I heard my pilot giving commands to her. I saw that he was looking at a small, glowing orb to his right; my guess was, that was his flight instrument. I could see nothing on the display, but hearing him utter some numbers made me think that way. "Turn 30 degrees to your right. Readings show 80kph winds blowing southwest. Fly to the height of 500 feet to avoid turbulence."
