Chapitre 733: Choice and Price - I

"Ansel! You promised that one was mine!" 

The tiny figure standing on the mechanical god's shoulder pounded its majestic head. "How could you just blast it like that?"

"Stop that pounding," Ravenna's displeased voice rang out before Ansel could reply. "Or I'll throw you off."

"Tch, I'll get down myself, no need to throw me... I smell many dragons nearby. No need for you and Ansel to send me off, my hunt begins here."

Seraphina snorted, leaping down from hundreds of meters high, further shattering the already ravaged street. She casually dusted off her clothes. 

As she was about to look up and tell Ansel not to worry, that she'd be fine on her own from here, her peripheral vision caught a figure seated in a wheelchair amidst the settling dust. 

Seraphina's lips parted slightly, but she remained silent.