Chocolate, A Truck, and A Railgun

Chapter 6

The one-hour ride to the village only took around twenty minutes for the truck.

"This is quite convenient," Feodora said, despite gripping her seatbelt. The dirt road linking the city and the village was smaller compared to the one they went through before, so William drove slower. It was still much faster compared to a carriage.

"And the world you came from has tons of these things?" Lily asked, her hand on the window sill. She leaned her head out of the truck, breathing in the fresh air. "It's a completely different sensation compared to the carriages here."

"Do you have no fast-moving objects in your previous world?" William asked. Feodora shook her head.

"If there are, it usually means death. Some of us have enough magic power to fly, but they are rare. I would also like to add that having someone else control your life feels different to yourself controlling it."

"So you want to try driving?"

Lily jerked her head, eyes sparkling.

"Yes, please!"

"I can teach you. How about you, Feodora?"

"Not yet. I will trust you on that one."

William was a truck driver, after all. He had more experience when it came to driving compared to the two. Still, his truck was automatic, so it should be easier to teach them.

"Were you used to driving at these speeds in your previous life?" she asked.

"With this truck, I usually drove much faster. With faster vehicles, I can go twice this speed."

"Twi- Twice!?" Feodora seemed genuinely shocked. It was the first time he heard her stutter like that. The fact that she kept her flat tone was impressive.

Could she not use any other tone?

She looked like a normal human other than the cat ears and the sharp but round eyes. She should be able to talk like a normal human.

"TWICE!? THEY CAN GO TWICE!?" Lily screamed, letting out an entirely different tone to Feodora.

"Yeah. Some go three-time-"

"I WANT TO GO THERE!"

William covered his ears. "Yeah, I know, I know." He wasn't sure what else he could say, but it did manage to calm Lily down, somewhat. Lily looked out the window, and pushed her upper body out, letting the wind mess her hair. "Faster!" she said. Feodora visibly shook, but she didn't say anything. William let out a sigh, pushing the gas slightly farther down. The truck moved forward, the speedometer spinning to the right.

"I... I do not think I can ever hope to live in your world." Feodora murmured, holding onto her seat.

"You want to know something scarier?"

Feodora gulped.

"For some people, going twice as fast is still slow."

"... Really? I found that hard to believe."

William glanced at Lily, not wanting her to hear the secret he was about to whisper.

"Some go four times as fast. Some professionals work in closed circuits, and they can go up to eight times as fast."

Luckily for him, his words weren't accompanied by another scream. Feodora's face, meanwhile, went pale. William could only imagine how she would act if she knew the speed military fighter jets flew at.

"Ah, but don't worry, this truck can't go that fast."

"This... truck?"

"Yes. The top speed of this truck is slow compared to those vehicles."