In the busy downtown area in the morning, amidst the ubiquitous, similar high-rise scenery of Herram, two figures can be seen smoothly shuttling in the wind, running past one street after another.
They surpassed the slow and lukewarm traffic, darted through the crossroads right when the traffic light changed—
"Why again am I rushing for the train with you?"
Sikder turned her head speechlessly, but still didn't slow down.
The Underground Magical Railway Train in Herram took several minutes to arrive at the location she could normally reach by leaping in the air for a few seconds.
"Isn't all this due to Mr. Bishop suddenly whisking me away?"
Upon hearing her grumbling complaints, Lanci politely met her gaze and retorted.
They were both about to be late.
There was still hope, though, that they could make it.