She bounced up and down on the Centaur's back, as if on a roller coaster, and the speed was fast, which was like a strong emetic for Anna, who had no experience at all.
Fisher looked at Anna, who kept vomiting, with a certain amount of sympathy. He had been considering how cool it would be if Humans fought while riding on the backs of Centaurs, but now it seemed that riding a real horse would not only be more reliable but also more stylish.
He didn't pay much attention to Anna and stood on the edge of the cliff by the roadside jungle with Moli, looking in this direction. In the distance, obscured by mountains, a river flowed through the dense forest, winding its way toward the distant Ocean.
