The First Hero and the First Saintess (5)

Rather than having any particular destination, I just let my feet take me wherever they wanted.

We spent several days like that in the desert.

Nothing unusual appeared.

All I could see were the same tiresome sand dunes and the clear, cloudless indigo sky.

The sun was brutal, and so was the weather.

I was tired of riding camels, too.

Sweat pooled in my cleavage, underarms, and crotch, and it was driving me insane.

I opened the stopper on my goatskin waterskin and took a sip.

The lukewarm water—though it felt cold in the heat—went down my parched throat.

“……Haaaah.”...