He was enjoying the view. At the same time, he had nothing else to do. Nothing else but to stay still, with his head resting on his arm. He felt good and carefree. His hair floated in the gentle breeze that blew especially for him. The foliage of the trees quivered in unison with his heart: peacefully. The boy's twilight eyes shone in the daylight.

The landscape had been passing monotonously for almost half an hour, but it was still pleasant to look at. They were traveling in a carriage - or so Sahar thought. In reality, the vehicle he was in was called a gerret. The interior was more or less the same, but with only one bench. The outside was also much larger, with enough room for six people.

In this World, the "cars" had no horses, nor anything to push them: it was automatic, more or less identical to the cars on Earth. You just had to be careful that the "gas" rate did not exceed 164GZ. However, it was all very complicated. Sahar had quickly asked Nyara to explain how it worked, but he had given up after understanding the meaning of "GZ": Gezof Zerayama. From then on, he decided that it was something he would learn much later.

There was no one around; just the four of them. Compared to the first time the boy had ridden in a geret, there was very little movement. A little shaking here, a little shaking there: the ride was no less pleasant and relaxing. Below them was a dirt road marked by lines of white stones that Sahar would have liked to pick up. However, he was not allowed to get off the gerret to pick them up; Nyara had told him that these stones were sacred here. From what he vaguely understood, these stones would be a "gift" from the Goddess of this World and they only used them to mark certain paths to the capital. Sahar thought that for sacred stones, this was a rather strange use.

But who was he to judge? He knew nothing about this world - almost nothing, anyway. Perhaps the roads were sacred? If they were just the roads to the capital... Then THEY must be very important. In any case, Sahar would learn the truth some day.

The boy was amazed by the landscape that flashed before his eyes. The trees with their pink and purple foliage were so beautiful that they fell to the ground. On the blue planet of Sahar, there was no landscape like this one. There were trees with pink foliage on Earth, but nothing like these wonders. The orange trunks of the Duzmog trees gave them a special look. The soil in which they were planted was hidden by the wet grass. Sahar sighed and smiled as she looked up at the sky. In it shone an impressive star with an unusual color: blue. He would never have thought it possible. His sun was yellow, too bright to look at with the naked eye. He had always found this normal, since a star is the result of nuclear fusion. Afterwards, in this World, perhaps some physical properties were different. Sahar was afraid he wouldn't be able to get used to it...... At least the planet he was on, Duzmog, seemed to be rather similar to his own.

Sahar, Nyara, Az and Creel were all heading to the capital city, where a mission awaited them. It was simple: they had to put a criminal out of business. Sahar knew very little about the task and the killer, but he was sure he would learn more once they arrived at their destination. He just had to wait a little while.

Sahar was lost in thought as he watched him. He imagined the facades of the capital. Futuristic? Medieval? "Normal? It was still a capital! How big was it...? The curious man wanted only one thing right now: to discover the beauty of this place. Maybe he wasn't going to like it, but he had already rejected that possibility: he was sure that the capital would be beautiful.

If the boy remembered well, they would arrive in an hour. So he still had time to observe the landscape and travel in his thoughts.

For no apparent reason, the boy began to think about Tadda. He was the man who had opened his eyes. Until then, Sahar had been a complete idiot. Of course, it wasn't entirely his fault that he had acted the way he did: he had a psychological problem that had followed him since he was a child. He couldn't control his emotions, whether it was his anger or his joy. His anger could even become so violent that he would forget what was happening; that was what had happened the day before, when Sahar had almost hit Nyara. He wasn't totally responsible for that act, but he couldn't forgive himself. He had to find a way to control himself or get rid of this problem. It had always ruined his life and here it could create huge problems.

- It's a good thing I talked to them about it...

Sahar had explained his psychological problem in detail to Nyara and the others: he didn't want to wait for another incident before justifying himself. In any case, it wasn't something he was so ashamed of that he would want to hide it. I mean, he was ashamed of it, but was it his fault? No, he was born that way. It was Mother Nature who was to blame.

If it weren't for Tadda, Sahar would never have admitted that it was HER fault that Nyara had acted this way. The boy owed her one. He wasn't sure if they would become friends, but Sahar thought they might. Sure, he thought Tadda was "special," but who wasn't? Were normal people so...... boring?

Unfortunately, it would be a while before he spoke with the man again: his house was close to Nyara's, in the "other city. By going to the capital, the chances of seeing Tadda and Harmonie again were less than 2% - unless they also went there for some reason. Sahar would like to know about her relationship with Nyara, too. She hadn't mentioned the man, anyway.

- As a result......

If Tadda had a daughter, he had to have a wife, right? He hadn't seen her! She wasn't supposed to be at home... Not when Sahar was there, anyway. He would probably meet her later, when he saw the man again. Unless... she's dead?

Sahar shook his head and pushed the thought out of his mind. He shouldn't say such things to himself. It was silly... and cliché. Besides, he looked young.

- Sahar, can you pass me the bottle?

A beautiful woman's voice suddenly called to him. The latter dipped his hand into the bag beside him to grab a bottle made of blue plastic before passing it to the gentle hand stretched out in front of him. The mint-haired girl smiled.

- Thank you!" Nyara thanked him.

Sahar returned her smile and stood again at the doorway. The landscape was still filled with beautiful colors to make artists dream. If only he could draw, he could have reproduced this scene on paper.

He was happy to be with Nyara. He had been selfish and stupid when he had been teleported to this World, but he had managed to change quickly. Despite his harem idea that persisted in the back of his head, he was no longer in the cliché of the basic isekai. This was reality, real life. He was not in a light novel or a manga. He still wanted to live incredible moments, epic fights, but for that...... without power, without superhuman strength, he was not very motivated to fight. He preferred...... to at least learn how to handle the katana. That would be a good start. After this mission - or during it, depending on Nyara's goodwill - he planned to ask the girl for help in learning to fight with the katana. He could hardly wait!

While Sahar wandered in his thoughts, Nyara and the others were enjoying the horizon while talking. They had just talked about the mission, so they decided to change the subject.

- I agreed to let him come with us, but I still have this part of me that hesitates... Creel said.

- If he doesn't do anything, he won't be in danger," Az answered, biting into the piece of bread. If he puts someone on his back, on the other hand.... But hey, he's alone and then....... think about Nyara, what.

- I think about my sister more than anyone else!

- Uuugh, incest is bad.

- Shut up, Az. We're talking about something serious.

- ......

Nyara listened to them with a small smile. She was making sure that the geret was working properly.

In this World, the "cars" didn't have horses, nor anything to push them: it was automatic, more or less identical to the cars on Earth. You just had to be careful that the "gas" rate did not exceed 164GZ. However, it was all very complicated. Sahar had quickly asked Nyara to explain how it worked, but he had given up after understanding the meaning of "GZ": Gezof Zerayama. From then on, he decided that it was something he would learn much later.

Nyara turned his attention back to the two men's conversation.

- In any case, I wasn't talking about... just his strength.

Az raised an eyebrow.

- I can't trust him," Creel said.

- I don't think any of us can, anyway," Azgoria replied. We don't really know him. Did you listen to what we said and what he explained yesterday? I'm still convinced. And then, just kill him if he does anything.

- Az!" shouted Nyara, shocked.

- If he's not worth being your friend, I have no reason to defend him or to like him... he let go coldly. If I accept him, it's because I'd like you to finally have a real friend. The fact that he is so weak makes me trust him more.

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- Why is that?

- If he wants to betray you, there is no chance he will hurt you or survive.

It was Creel who answered instead of Az. The latter nodded. Nyara sighed and looked at the horizon again. Az turned his gaze to the girl.

- Hm?

- What...?" she asked.

- Well, it looks like I've pissed you off.

- You're already talking about killing him; leave him be, right? sighed the girl.

- He wanted to fra-

Creel couldn't finish his sentence before Nyara screamed.

- HE APOLOGIZED AND EXPLAINED HIMSELF !!!!

Sahar looked toward the front of the carriage and the girl pursed her lips. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, then stared at the horizon.

- We're good now. I want to give him a chance. And it's true he's weak, but I'll train him. Leave him alone.

Az wanted to joke that she was a real mother, but he changed his mind when he met her eyes. He turned his gaze slightly to the right.

- Maybe I'm being too direct, even mean. I'm sorry.

Nyara said nothing. Creel remained silent in the same way. The latter turned around and watched the boy observe the landscape. He looked so peaceful... Az finally smiled.

- As if I was going to let him kill him, hey.

-23 minutes before Sahar's arrival in the capital-

The woman yawned and finished swallowing her beer. She put the cup down hard on the bar and let out a little scream.

- Ahhh! Always so good, these beers! she said.

The man, while washing his glass, smiled.

- You're just drinking that......

- I don't give a damn! I want a last one!

- Do you ever think about your health, Bahama?

The woman blew her nose as she tapped the bartender on the shoulder.

- My health?! she shouted. You don't have to be afraid, I'm in great shape!

- If you say so, if you say so.

He took Bahama's glass and began to fill it with the frothy yellow liquid. The woman looked around the crowded bar and smiled. There were so many people these days.

- It's a shame you didn't do anything yesterday," the woman said.

- Why celebrate such a thing, after all......

She gave him a questioning look, but the man didn't seem to want to give away his thoughts. She insisted.

- Still, it's a special day. I mean, it's been over five hundred years now.

- Something like that doesn't deserve to be celebrated. Besides, there are enough people doing events like this already. I'd rather stay calm.

- And then not have any customers.

- Hey, that's right. Even you didn't come.

- I like to have fun too, you know!

She laughed, but the man did not. Bahama stretched and got her beer. She licked her lips, but took her time before drinking. The woman signaled to the bartender that she would be back in less than a minute and ran out of the building. She gave a quick glance at the residents and was saddened to see so few people on the street. Little by little the streets were emptying, because of the dead, because of the fear, because of him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of air before looking up at the star in the sky and smiled even more, despite the current situation in the capital.

- Hi, Etolys, you're looking after us, right? she said in the void.

People didn't think she was crazy anymore: they had seen so much of this scene. It was every day, same time, to the minute. Like a ritual. While clenching her fist, Bahama closed her eyes and raised her head as much as possible.

- Thank you for making my future shine, Etholys!

His ritual would remain the same. It was his decision.

-14 minutes before Sahar arrived in the capital-

- A killer... capital...

The girl sat in the carriage. The people in the front did not know she was there.

- Really... He killed so many people...

She couldn't believe it. So many people murdered by one person. He was a scumbag, but to do such a thing in the capital?

Unforgivable.

- I have to find out more. It's horrible.

There wasn't much she could do, nor could she show her face. She was going to have to find out more... Maybe she could help someone.

- Information. Where he killed people. She had to find out more.

She was definitely going to find out who was responsible for this. How come no one had taken care of this before?!

- Already nine hundred and fifty-four dead...

Almost a thousand.

The girl sighed and looked down.

- However......

- ...that's not why I'm going.

-02 minutes before Sahar arrived in the capital-

Sahar noticed that the landscape had changed completely. Houses, streets and people had replaced trees, nature and calm.

They had almost arrived at the capital.

The boy was already impressed by the buildings he saw. Sure, they looked like the ones he could see on Earth, but here, it looked like the atmosphere was more "beautiful": everything he saw was beautiful to his eyes. Yet, it was only a city... He stood up and walked to the front with the others. He had a smile on his face.

- So we've arrived at the capital?!

- Ahah, not yet!" replied Nyara. We're not even two minutes away. We will arrive at our exact destination in about twenty minutes. However, the landscape won't change that much between here and there. There's only one thing that changes drastically, you'll see that.

- Have you never heard of the capital, Sahar?" asked Az, still invisible to the boy.

- No......

He wondered what Nyara was talking about. He would soon find out...! He couldn't wait! He couldn't hide it! He stayed with his fellow travelers at the front and enjoyed the scenery. There were so many houses, it was breathtaking to see so many. Were there so many people on this World? They were rather modern with a medieval touch. The houses were different, each with their own particularity, even if the similarities were quite visible. The materials used were similar at first glance and had a similar look to those found on Earth. The houses were, for the most part, quite large and tall. Nyara's was more impressive, but compared to those on Earth, these houses were for the rich. He would like to learn the concept of money, on this World.

- And... down we go!

The mint-haired girl went first and smiled while stretching. She was happy to see the capital again! Az didn't care about Creel... He really didn't care. The capital didn't give him any positive emotions, unlike Nyara. Sahar, on the other hand, felt quite comfortable in this place. He liked to sit around, but the trip had been rather long... He was glad to be able to move freely. He stood next to the purple-haired man and looked at the girl.

- What do we do now?" he asked.

Nyara pointed to a building in front of her. It was taller than the others. It wasn't necessarily more beautiful, just flashier. From the number of windows, the shape, and the sign above the doors, he could easily deduce that it was ......

- Our hotel.

Nyara and the others were in a large square where people could move about freely. They had parked their carriage in a sort of courtyard. There were so many others, Sahar was impressed! The first to move was Creel: he headed for the hotel. Nyara caught up with him and Sahar followed. Sahar assumed that Azgoria was near them. They passed between people without any apparent problem: no one was pushing or bumping into each other. Sahar remembered, however, that when he had been teleported to this World, the people of the city were not so... civilized. It wasn't the capital for nothing! Sahar let his gaze wander and watched the way everyone looked. Before he was teleported to the city, he remembered seeing very strange people of all kinds in the tunnel or station. Here, the humans all seemed to be rather normal. They were in a very different style from the earthlings, but otherwise they looked the same. Sahar did not see any girls or boys with animal features yet. Nyara had hidden her fox ears and tail, and the red marks on her face were gone... When she was in fox form, she changed a lot. Nevertheless, she was still as beautiful as ever...!

- I hope we'll be in the same room... let out Az.

- That's what I asked for, Nyara answered. We'll have two rooms, as planned. One for you and Sahar, another for my brother and me.

This always felt strange to Sahar. The fact that Creel... was her brother. Nyara's brother. He would never have guessed it, if she hadn't said so. They didn't look alike. Not at all.

They arrived at the front doors of the hotel and Nyara pushed them in. They entered quietly and were greeted by a smiling woman.

- Hello!" she said. Welcome to the Violet Azure.

- Good morning," Creel replied kindly. We are here for two rooms. Reservation under the name of Nyara.

He did not give the girl's last name. The woman nodded and did not even ask. She knew very well who they were.

- You again!" she laughed. You come so often, we'll have to give you special prices one day!

- I'm not saying no..." smiled Az.

She invited them to go in front, which they did willingly. The woman gave them two sets of keys and had Nyara sign a paper. After all that was done, they went up the stairs together. When they reached the third floor, they followed the girl to the two rooms they had been assigned. The numbers 320 and 321. As the two of them were about to enter, Nyara touched the white-haired boy's shoulder. He turned and looked at the smiling girl.

- Come after, we need to explain our mission in more detail.