I’d never really thought about being scared of flying.


    In my previous life, I’d been on airnes before, and even in this world, I had ridden airships without much hesitation. If I had to stand on a precariously high spot, like a rooftop with no safety rails, my legs would undoubtedly tremble. But generally, “airnes” or “airships” were made to transport people safely.


    In other words, there was no reason to worry about suddenly plummeting to the ground while inside one. Unless, of course, an ident caused the entire vessel to fall.


    Airnes, with their massive wings flying in one direction, were remarkably stable. Airships, on the other hand, floated like they were anchored in the sky, rarely swaying unless hit by severe weather.


    But a gryphon… Riding on a gryphon’s back was an entirely different story.


    That’s right. A gryphon’s wings are attached to its back. And I was sitting on that back.


    Every time the gryphon pped its wings to stay airborne, my body shook up and down in rhythm. It wasn’t like the gryphon kept the area between its shoulders and back—where I was perched—steady either. With each powerful p of its wings, my vision bobbed wildly. Though I couldn’t measure it precisely, I was sure the vertical movement equaled my seated height.


    “Fwooarrr!”@@novelbin@@


    What might look majestic from below—a gryphon rearing up on its hind legs with its front paws raised mid-air—was nothing but terrifying to me, as if I’d be flung off at any moment.


    I mean, seriously, was there any reason to strike such a pose while in midair?


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