The journey to Grandell City was a three-day ordeal. Most of that time was spent cramped in a cart or staring listlessly at the passing scenery.Of all my experiences in this fantasy world so far, traveling was easily the worst. Grandell was distant, sure, but it shouldn't have taken three days to reach.If only this world had trains, cars, or even a simple bicycle or anything with a goddamn suspension, the trip would be a breeze. At the very least, it would save me from this relentless motion sickness.It wasn't quite bad enough to make me lose my lunch every hour, but it was enough to make me feel miserable. Strangely, I didn’t have this problem the last time we visited the city.I have no idea why it started now, but it was a cruel development.Grace spent most of the journey fussing over me, seeing how much I was suffering. Meanwhile, Daniel drove the cart without rest. He knew any delay would throw our tight schedule into chaos, making an already difficult trip even more complicated.Being a veteran reader of web novels, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.Traveling with a "shit-ton" of money and your family, without a single guard in sight, was the ultimate recipe for disaster.I found myself scanning the treeline, half-expecting a bandit raid at any moment.But then again, why was I thinking that something bad would happen?What is wrong with me? I scolded myself. Why was I hoping for trouble?If bandits actually attacked, we’d be doomed. Daniel was strong, no doubt about that, but he was alone. Grace was many things, but a fighter wasn't one of them.And then there was me, a literal child. What was I going to do, heart-attack them with my cuteness?I decided I should probably pray to the gods that nothing bad would happen.But wait a minute. Did the concept of "gods" even exist in this world?Excitement washed over me, momentarily clearing the fog of nausea. (...)