Chapter 60.1

"What's wrong?" Kevin immediately sensed that something was amiss due to Oswald's angry tone and suspected it was related to the potion.

"I can't tell." Oswald hesitated for a moment and dryly said, "Is the old man's silver pot really filled with the tonic he mentioned? I feel a bit strange..."

Oswald felt that his control over his wings and limbs inexplicably weakened, leaving him feeling weak and powerless.

"It seems like I won't be able to maintain my current form for much longer," Oswald said in a deep voice.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that something was off. Changing from a human to a beast was definitely not a desirable outcome. Yet, when he voiced his concern, he realized that his tone was filled with worry and regret.

Upon this realization, Oswald shut his mouth with a sad expression, secretly thinking that he must have taken the wrong medicine.

Nevertheless, Kevin felt a closer connection to Oswald in his beast form compared to his human form. This was probably why he felt a tinge of regret deep down.

So, in reality, Oswald did take the wrong medicine, and the splash of medicine on his face was probably not a significant issue.

Oswald grumbled with a solemn expression on his face, but he continued to push forward at a faster pace.

He could sense that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, so he wanted to reach their destination as quickly as possible. After all, having to chase after the voice on foot would be quite a task for the both of them.

It must be acknowledged that the Emperor possessed stamina far beyond that of an ordinary person.

After realizing that his body was deteriorating and it was becoming increasingly difficult to control, he had flown through the night on Sirius's back, barely uttering a word throughout the journey. Every so often, he would land on the ground to reorient himself with Kevin before continuing in the right direction.

During this time, they encountered four different formidable armies, not only from the Golden Lion Kingdom, but also from the Northern Emerald and even the Giant Beast Human Race. It was unclear how they had all come together.

Upon regaining consciousness, they found themselves on the verge of conflict with soldiers from the Northern Emerald, who were almost fighting against the giant orcs born from the fighting race.

At this point, Kevin and the others had neither the energy nor the intention to differentiate among city-states or races. They were solely focused on finding someone who could lead the crowd back to Silent Valley.

Throughout the entire night's journey, Oswald spoke with Kevin a few times, but his tone and voice held no issues.

Therefore, Kevin's initial concerns gradually subsided.

However, as dawn broke and they flew over a rainforest and mountains, Oswald suddenly spoke again, "If we continue in this direction without changing course, we will reach the south coast of the mainland."

This time, his voice was completely different from before, revealing an unmistakable sense of exhaustion. It sounded dry and hoarse.

Kevin furrowed his brows upon hearing this and patted his neck without saying a word. He resolutely said, "Land on the ground."

Oswald responded hoarsely, "It's not due to tiredness, but because of a severe burning sensation in my throat."

"Whether it's tiredness or not, we're still landing," Kevin said firmly.

He knew Oswald's character all too well. Oswald could accept others' assistance and put his role as a helper aside, but he refused to be completely dependent on others.

He had to actively participate in whatever mattered to him. He couldn't simply stay put somewhere and watch others resolve their problems.

This nature of Oswald's, to never yield or retreat, clashed with his position as the emperor. No emperor would rush to the forefront in every matter, regardless of the bigger picture or their status.

If one didn't know the meaning of "imperial power," the emperor himself would be much more reckless than Kevin.

But this was Oswald's innate nature, being hard to the core and unwilling to give in or back down.

If Kevin wasn't firm in his resolve, Oswald wouldn't have mentioned wanting to stop, no matter how uncomfortable he felt. He would persist until the very end.

"Aren't you going to land?" Kevin asked with a resolute air, then sat up straight, pressed his hand against the back of the giant wolf, and leaped off.

Ignoring Sirius's speed, just from this height alone, he would be crushed into a pulp upon impact if he jumped off. There was no hope of survival.

"Are you insane?!" Oswald was so terrified by Kevin's actions that he nearly lost his wits.

He couldn't help but roar before lowering his body and swooping down like an arrow released from its bow. He narrowly caught Kevin mid-air, then glided helplessly for a short distance before reluctantly landing on a rock.

Next to the rock was a natural sunken cave that could provide some shelter from the mountain wind.

As he settled into the cave, Oswald was already in a distressed state.

The cave was shallow, requiring him to crouch down and touch the ground with his paws in order to lie down and sit.

The mountain wind howled incessantly, whistling in his ears, mixed with the tinnitus Oswald was experiencing, causing him to furrow his brow irritably.