Ch. 61 The Winter Island and the Fairy
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 61 The Winter Island and the Fairy
After reuniting with Gladie, we made our way back to the Skyhawk.
I kept glancing at the Sky Horse trailing behind us its behavior defied my understanding.
Most monsters in this world didn’t possess high intelligence.
If they detected hostility, they would chase their target within a set range and attack in predictable patterns.
Elite and boss monsters weren’t much different. They might act smarter, but fundamentally, they still follow the same rules.
But this thing?
The Sky Horse just stared at me blankly, refusing to attack yet stubbornly following us.
Hmph.
It would bolt if I approached but would wag its tail and nuzzle up to Gladie or Isolin with a smug grin.
A Sky Horse—supposedly fond of “pure-hearted people.” Fine, I could accept that it liked innocent kids.
But why did it hate me?
Even Liza, a full-grown adult, didn’t get this treatment.
“Go away!”
Whoosh—!
Unable to contain my irritation, I swung my mace at it. Of course, it dodged effortlessly, snickering (Heeheehee!) before trotting off.
“W-Wait! I’m a kid too!”
In this world, I was Supreme, a 12-year-old girl. There wasn’t that much difference between me, Isolin, and Gladie!
Grumbling to myself, I caught Isolin giving me a pitying look.
“Supreme...”
“D-Don’t look at me like that...”
“Supreme...”
Even Gladie wore a similar expression. Avoiding their gazes, I glared at the Sky Horse lingering in the distance.
“Fine. Let’s say I’m not ‘pure-hearted.’ I get why it dislikes me. But its behavior—that’s the problem. Isolin, Gladie, have you ever seen a monster act like this?”
“Hmm… Never.”
“Maybe it’s not a monster. Maybe it’s a person transformed?”
Gladie’s suggestion wasn’t impossible. This was a world of infinite possibilities—Nyongmom, who once had a grotesque appearance, was now a tiny, adorable fairy.
Still, that didn’t make me like it any better. I continued my silent staring contest with the Sky Horse until we boarded the Skyhawk.
Neighhh—!
As the engine roared to life, the Sky Horse blinked its big, watery eyes, watching us mournfully.
Isolin and Gladie, feeling sorry for it, waved goodbye.
“Take care! We’re leaving now!”
“Thank you for looking after us!”
I didn’t bother. Monsters couldn’t understand human speech anyway.
BWOOOM—!
The Skyhawk ascended, leaving the colorful island behind. Though its max capacity was four, our small frames left plenty of space.
Leaning forward against the wind, I shouted to Liza:
“Where are we going next?“
“Winter Island. A place where cold snow falls year-round.”
As she said, the air grew colder the farther we flew. Frost drifted between the clouds, and the landscape below turned white.
I pulled out winter gear from my inventory – thick coats, boots, even crampons. Isolin had her own gear from our time in Parna, but Gladie didn’t.
“Here, Gladie. Put this on.”
“Wolf-fur coat… Where did you even—?”
“From a quest in Parna.”
Gladie nodded and bundled up. I did the same, stomping my boots to test the crampons.
The icy wind howled, but the fluffy coats kept us warm. Huddled together, we shared body heat as the Skyhawk pressed on.
The monsters below changed too—tropical colors fading into blues, whites, and silvers.
By the time the sun began to set, we landed on the vast Winter Island.
Crunch.
The snow beneath our feet felt almost like clouds. Maybe it was clouds. The landscape, a mix of snow and mist, was breathtaking.
“Wow… This is my first time seeing snow since coming to this world.”
Gladie’s eyes sparkled as she jumped off the Skyhawk—
Plop!
—and immediately sank waist-deep.
Isolin and I didn’t fare much better.
Liza sighed.
“We should set up base camp before nightfall.”
“Base camp?”
She pulled out a shovel and started digging.
“Blizzards are common here at night. We need shelter before it gets worse.”
Her “base camp” turned out to be a snow cave—sturdy, cozy, and oddly nostalgic, like a childhood pillow fort.
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Meanwhile, Nyongmom glided effortlessly across the snow. His light fairy body and skill [Light Steps] kept him from sinking.
The boundless stamina of a Player was a blessing—one Nyongmom was fully exploiting.
Since arriving on the Winter Island, he hadn’t stopped fighting. A level-up notification had flashed briefly, but he couldn’t check it—monsters attacked relentlessly.
ROAR—!
A white tiger burst from the snow, fangs bared.
Nyongmom’s sharp eyes tracked its movements—muscle tension, attack trajectory. His tiny feet kicked off the snow, his body twisting mid-air as his blade flashed.
Slice—!
The tiger snarled in pain, but Nyongmom didn’t stop. He couldn’t afford to.
He kept running.
Through the snow, toward where his precious friends might be.
“Hyah!”
Another swing came from his sword.
The tiger’s territory was conquered.
Nyongmom sprinted onward to his next destination: the habitat of the Snow Gorillas.
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