"Hurry up, Draven!" Charis put her hands on her hips. She turned around and looked at Draven, who was a long way behind her. "You are like a snail." She mocking. "Oh no. You are like a turtle, and the bag is your shell." She laughed out loud.
Draven pouts. "I tried to walk quickly." They were climbing up the mountain. Charis wanted to go to the warm water lake at the top of the mountain. Draven didn't think there would be a lake on top of a mountain, but because this world is inhabited by mythical creatures, anything could happen. Draven was finally able to catch up to Charis. He bent his back and put his hands on his knees. He was having difficulty breathing. Why doesn't Charis feel exhausted?
Charis clicks her tongue. "Weak. You're not strong enough to climb the mountain." She scoffs a
