Chapter 43 - Encounter - III
When we think about transmigrating to a different world, we always imagine the scene where we soar above the world, with a beautiful maiden in our arms, madly in love with us. Well, that wasn't what was happening here.
I was being held like a piece of meat. Selene's arms wrapped around my waist as she hugged me from behind. Honestly, it's incredibly embarrassing when the scene of your dreams happens to you... but in a way that makes you want to disappear from the face of the Earth, or, in this case, the face of Atlas.
Selene was as imposing as a summer storm. Her majestic wings cut through the wind with an ease that made me ashamed just to think about how I must have looked: a clumsy sack of potatoes, swaying in the air as she carried me like some awkward trophy. And the worst part? She didn't seem the least bit in love. In fact, her expression conveyed more amusement than anything else.
"Could you stop squirming?" she said, her voice echoing above the noise of the wind.
"I'm not squirming!" I shouted back, trying to adjust myself into a position that wouldn't make my cape fly up over my head.
Selene let out a short laugh, almost a snort.
The view was spectacular. The city stretched out below us, divided into three levels corresponding to the mountains. It was as if the capital had been built with Lego pieces. Its gleaming towers and bustling streets reflected the morning sun, which painted the sky in shades of blue. The wind carried the wild scent of the mountain ranges.
"Why aren't there more demons flying over the city?" I asked, curious.
"It's forbidden!" she replied simply. "Only important members of the military, the councilors, and, of course, I, am allowed to fly over the city," she explained calmly. "And you, once you grow wings, will have the status to do the same."
I swallowed hard at Selene's words. With every moment, I understood that the position of consort wasn't something to be taken lightly.
"Where are we going first?"