Three hours later...
"Huft! I'm so tired, Young Master."
Elina lay sprawled on the ground, her breath caught in her throat. Her round face was pale, and sweat had soaked through her clothes.
They had been climbing Mount Durnhak for three hours, yet the summit was still nowhere in sight.
She began to wonder—had Leon gotten lost? But that seemed impossible, especially since he had used the Eye of Chaos to confirm their route.
If not, then why hadn't they arrived yet?
Beside her, Leon chuckled softly and shook his head, clearly amused by her complaints.
He crouched down and gently poked Elina's chubby cheek with his finger.
"Already thinking of giving up? Weren't you the one who said you wanted your name written in history as my companion on this legendary journey?"
Elina opened her eyes and shot him an irritated glare. She sat up, crossed her arms, and muttered, "I'm not giving up! I'm just really tired."
She let out a soft sigh and looked at Leon with pleading eyes.
