Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination Chapter 139: First Quest Journey

Chapter 139: First Quest Journey

"Nee, don't you think this speed is so slow? Can't we go faster?" Sylvia protested after a moment of flying at slow speed. Even Rosemoor City could still be seen in the distance.

"Err... This is Gravy's maximum stable speed." Anika immediately responded to the girl sitting on the winged tiger's back.

"But it's only about 150 kilometers per hour! How long will we arrive at Leurbost Village?" Sylvia wasn't done with that yet.

It seemed like Elysia wasn't the only one who couldn't stand slow and long journeys. Sylvia supported the protest from her friend.

"Hmm... Maybe about six to eight hours? We'll take a break halfway through." Martin stroked his chin for an estimate.

"More than a quarter of a day of travel..." Elysia muttered blankly. It was the time she could spare before she had to return to Aeddoterra City.

As if someone understood Elysia's dilemma and quandary, Sylvia immediately turned her head to look at her father.

"Father, can you?" Sylvia smiled cutely and blinked a few times.

"Easy, warn them."

"Yay! Father is the best!" Getting the answer she wanted, she immediately turned to the side. "How about we go fast with my father's acceleration magic? All you have to do is keep flying forward and keep your alt.i.tude."

"Huh? Can your father do such great things? Oh yes, I forgot he is a Spirit Mage, my bad. Then come on! I want to know the taste of flying fast!" Franky raised one hand forward excitedly as if he could fly faster with it.

"Hum, that sounds okay to me. How about you, Anika? Can you endure the high speed of Spirit Mage magic?" Martin nodded in agreement, but he suddenly became worried about his comrade, who had the lowest endurance.

"Hey, you're underestimating me again in terms of endurance, right? That's rude, stone muscle man. Of course, I can bear it. At most, it would only be 400 to 500 kilometers per hour. No big deal." Anika folded her hands with a dissatisfied expression.

Although it was true, she did have the lowest resistance and endurance, but she was blessed as the party's best mage. When it came about the weakest, she was the number three out of four by reference to their overall fighting power.

The weakest ones were targeted first and ended up seriously injured while fighting the cunning monster. Although in the end, they managed to kill the monster.

"Yeah, yeah, my bad. Hum, we're ready. Mr. Nalyd, you can use your acceleration magic at any time." Martin raised his hand as if to surrender. This woman didn't want to be offended, especially about her flaws.

"Hmph!" Dylan snorted unhappily, but he did it nonetheless. Not because of them, but because of his daughter's request.

A thin barrier of faint dark blue color suddenly enveloped them, followed by a surge of magic energy that was preparing to accelerate their flight speed.

"Remember, make sure to keep flying and hovering. Falling to the ground is not an option." Sylvia didn't forget to remind them.

Those were the last words they heard before the surrounding scene became slightly blurred. They were already flying at high speed!

Their initial flight speed accelerated by tenfold. Dylan's acceleration magic was working as it should, and it was still trivial magic that wasn't maximized.

"Wow! Amazing speed, hahaha!" Franky shouted loudly.

"So, this is how a Spirit Mage flies through the air. It is different from Gravy, so much faster!" Martin seemed to enjoy the air that blew in his face, but it wasn't there. All the winds at that speed had been driven away by Dylan's air barrier.

"Look, I can stand it. It's easy. Mr. Nalyd is even kind enough to protect us from evil winds at this speed." Anika had a smug expression on her face.

"Oh, is that so? Then, what's with that slightly pale face? Try looking down or sideways." Franky questioned suspiciously.

"No, I'm fine. I just have to keep flying forward and looking forward." Sounded like an excuse, but Anika really didn't dare to see the blurred scenery at this speed. She was afraid to scream.

The trip, which was estimated to take around six to eight hours, is only a 30-minute journey. It was clear from the sky, a medium-sized city was in front of them. They had arrived at Larnwick City.

Dylan immediately withdrew his magic, and they returned to their average speed. Without further ado, all of them directly landed on the ground with various expressions.

"Yay! We're here! Great, right?" Sylvia cheered happily and immediately jumped down.

"Yes, that's a great thing and a new experience for us. Thanks for that, Mr. Nalyd." Martin nodded. He looked pleased.

"Yeah, ground, we've landed, I love ground huff..." Anika sat on the ground, making sure she landed adequately.

"Hahaha! Look at that expression, you said earlier, you are okay. But hahaha! Huff, alright, are you okay now? Want motion sickness medicine?" Franky loudly laughed as he approached the woman who had limp legs, his intentions were good, but the delivery was not quite right.

"Shut up, Franky. Give me five minutes, and I'll kick your a.s.s." Anika was a bit dissatisfied with a hint of fury. She wanted to kick this blunt man.

"You want to kick me? Just try and do it. I'm wearing full body armor. What will I feel from the kick of your leg?" Franky threw a joke while patting his armor-protected b.u.t.t.

Anika didn't answer, but she growled a little and gritted her teeth. Even though they were very close and had worked together as a party for a long time, she hated being the subject of jokes the most.

"Well, Franky, stop that. Give Anika some time. She will be back to normal." Martin immediately reconciled the atmosphere. Who knew how many times this had happened.

"Are you okay? Your legs suddenly go limp, need medicine or help?" Elysia came closer to give a hint of sympathy. Then she crouched down beside the poor woman who was slightly pale.

People with motion sickness would suffer from limp legs until they couldn't stand up? Vanessa just threw up at that time, and there was nothing like this. Elysia asked in wonder through her mind.

"Ah, you are a kind girl. Thanks for asking. I don't need medicine. Give me five minutes, and I'll be fine." Anika smiled lightly and shook her head slowly. Finally, someone came to care and asked pleasantly, not like that blunt man or certain stone muscle man.

"I'm good at healing magic. Want to try it?" Elysia didn't believe it, she asked softly. What if Anika took up to half an hour or an hour to recover? She would lose a lot of time.

"Eh? Are you a healer? But your costume is like a front line fighter? That's surprising. If you can do it, then thank you." Anika was totally flabbergasted. Even though her voice was soft, it was heard by all the party members.

Healing Magic was a blessing that came to the chosen people with a limited number, protected rare abilities, and mostly came from the Holy Chruch.

After getting confirmation, Elysia carried out her intention to restore Anika to health. A soothing greenish-white aura appeared on the palms that she stretched out.

She calmed some of Anika's tense nerves as the brain failed to properly receive the body's mixed signals.

It was only an internal problem. Anika's body incorrectly responded because the information captured by the brain was incomplete.

The theory that she knew, things to deal with pallor, nausea, and dizziness, but did not know for limp legs.

"Um, now you may be much better. What do you feel right now, Miss Anika?" Elysia exhaled a soft breath after she stopped using her advanced perception and magic.

"Ah, yes. I feel a lot better! Um, my legs aren't limp anymore either. Thanks for your help, Aisyle." Anika stood up with new admiration.

She gave a respectful bow, then faced Franky. "What did you say earlier? Now show me your b.u.t.t! Your armor will protect you but not from the pain of my magic Hyah!"

"Wait, what! What are you trying to do to your comrade!" Franky immediately avoided any suspicious magic that came to him, but the woman didn't stop there.

The man ran away, and the woman immediately chased after him while casting some magic that could give the former some pain.

Their behavior was simply ignored by the others, then Martin drew closer to Elysia in admiration. "That's an amazing ability. Are you a Healer or Priest, Aisyle?"

"That's my talent. It doesn't mean I am a priest." Elysia briefly answered while shaking her head slowly.

That was enough to explain everything to Martin. This girl was simply endowed with rare abilities. Maybe she was already protected by the Holy Church. He wouldn't want to be on her wrong side. Only those who yearned the problem dared to do so.

However, no one noticed. Dylan and Sylvia frowned slightly, even if it was only for a moment. Healing Magic was one of the top cla.s.s magic of Holy Magic, the opposite side of their Dark Magic.

Dylan looked at his daughter, and the daughter looked at her father. Then, Sylvia nodded once and whispered. "This time, leave it to me, father. I need to ask Ais. Remember, don't be like yesterday."

"Hum, do what you want. Make sure where that human girl stands." Dylan answered as if he didn't care, but he thought about the worst-case scenario regarding this human girl with them.

"En." After saying that, Sylvia immediately drew closer to her friend. This girl was always shrouded in a fog of complicated mystery.