The wind finally calmed as Seojun and his companions slowly floated down from the sky.
Belgom the grimporc suddenly clenched his legs together, "M-My Lord Seojun!" he blurted with a panicked look on his face. "May I please… I mean… can I relieve myself?!"
Ssivar immediately turned toward him and hit him lightly on the back of his head with his scaled palm. "Are you not ashamed?! We are in the presence of our master!" he scolded in a proud, deep voice.
But Seojun, looking calm as always, only looked around the forest and said plainly, "We'll go down. Take a break."
The air smelled fresh, earthy, and slightly wet, as if it had just rained. Sunlight passed through the leaves, painting golden light on the forest floor.
The moment their feet touched the forest ground,
Hearing that, Belgom's eyes lit up like a child getting a gift. "T-Thank you, my lord!" he shouted, running toward the thickest part of the trees.
