Stepping onto the shaky wooden bridge, the creaking and twisting sounds immediately rose up beneath my feet, with even some parts and ropes seemingly falling into the water.
Carefully taking another step, Asle, whose hair was a tangled mess like a bird's nest, started complaining: "What kind of place have you brought me to, is this even within the Empire's borders? I thought we were still three hundred years back."
"It's not like we haven't crossed worse bridges." Sharet, who was following behind with luggage, rolled his eyes.
Asle widened his sunken eyes: "I have never crossed such a lousy wooden bridge in any city, I don't like it here."
"Come on, that only means you've been to too few cities." Sharet retorted irritably, "You were locked up for three days, that's why you don't like it here, yet you reverse cause and effect—it's sad and laughable."
