"Chris, I feel like vomiting!" she shouted a bit loudly while covering her mouth and holding her stomach.
"Alright, wait a moment, we'll stop up ahead," I replied as I pulled over our car.
"I can't take it anymore, Chris. Can I just walk? I feel like dying," she cried, emptying her stomach, probably most of it.
Finally, I gave her something to drink and gently massaged her neck to provide some relief. After that, I said to her, "Okay, I'll drive very slowly after this. Can you still hold on?"
"Ughh... alright," she replied weakly, as she couldn't handle it anymore.
"Move to the back seat so you can lie down. I'll slow down the speed of the car, so you rest," I said while gently stroking her hair.
"It's alright, Chris. I'll accompany you so you won't be alone," she replied softly. My sister is very kind, and I love her very much.
"Okay, but don't force yourself. Rest if you're tired."
"Got it, captain!" she responded enthusiastically, giving me a salute.
At 11 p.m., we finally arrived in the city of Alba. It was a free city. There were a few guards, but they kindly allowed us to enter the city. I was a little afraid because we could easily enter, but it turned out not as I had expected. This city was truly friendly and good. Despite it being nearly midnight, we felt welcomed by the beauty of the city. Many shops were still lit up and seemed to invite us to visit them one by one.
We decided to stay at one of the inns near the main road of the city, so we wouldn't need much time if we were to continue our journey. At 8 a.m., we looked for a place to eat and asked the owner of the restaurant about the location of Irvine Village. The people there were surprised that someone was asking about the village. According to the restaurant owner's statement, Greenland was a very secluded village, and even the people there rarely interacted with the residents of this city.
