85. Journey to the Clementine Mountains (2)

This main chair has always been the most comfortable spot in my flying castle. I lounged casually, feet propped up on the table, letting myself sink into a sense of satisfaction while Luna stood not far from the large map dominating the room. She looked serious—perhaps too serious. Her movements were light yet decisive, each action seeming meticulously designed for efficiency.

"Hmm..." I glanced briefly at Luna, trying to unravel the mystery behind her presence. Luna, my system assistant, was clearly not human. Yet, her actions often made me forget that fact. From the way she stood, how she held a pen to jot something down, to the furrow in her brow when she saw something puzzling on the map—everything about her felt so human.