Under the endless light, the border between Anmuelan and the flood of light was as hot as ever, and the unchanging scenery was so boring that even the ruins of the walls seemed full of life. If anything, anything different in a world where aetheric flow rates are nearly stagnant, it's the occasional blast from a distant mine————

But nothing is certain, and a rapid roar gradually approached the ruins of the old Nabas Shialam, and the dust that had been silent here for an unknown number of years was lifted into the air, and a hovercraft broke through the sand fog and drove headlong into the ruins, followed by two or three hovercraft followed. Looking at the ruins, it seems that "they" can only express their dissatisfaction with the intruders with silent protests.

The pilot of the lead hovercraft was a Vis boy who was no taller than the hovercraft, and he was lying on the steering stick, staring intently ahead, his ears flicked in the blazing wind. Although it seemed difficult to drive a big ship with such a height, the young man Weiss unhurriedly took out a headband from his jacket and put it in his mouth, folded his ears back with one hand, tied the hairband to the back of his head, and then looked back at the fleet behind him, and shook his head playfully.

"Hey, Magnus, thanks!" The young man looked back at the lion male on the hovercraft behind him, and at the same time skillfully maneuvered the hovercraft to avoid obstacles. In contrast, the fleet behind them was not so lucky, and from the time they entered the ruins, two or three ships had already crashed into the ruins and fallen behind.

Magnus, the leader, widened his eyes and couldn't speak, pushed away the hovercraft driver and took control of the joystick himself.

The young man Vess stopped talking, staring intently at the road ahead. However, the intricate ruins of the hovercraft prevent it from increasing its speed, and Magnus and Vess's hovercraft gradually close the distance. Magnus then stood up, picked up one of the ship's hooks and threw it forward, hooking the young Vess's hovercraft with precision. When Boy Vis turned back again, a large hand grabbed him by the neck, and Magnus looked angry as if he was about to swallow him in the next second.

"This time I want you to spit out everything you owe me—" Magnus roared, grabbing Boy Vis by the neck and lifting him into the air.

"Hey, you, did you grow up here?" The young man of Vis blushed and kept slapping his big hand that was choking him. "I grew up here."

A moment of confusion flashed in Magnus's eyes, and the young man of Vis smiled reluctantly, "I grew up here—"

Suddenly, a violent vibration threw the hovercraft into the air, and rows of spikes were erected on the road behind it, intercepting all the chasing hovercraft. Magnus was weightless and rolled in the air with the ship, and the young man Vis grabbed the joystick with one hand and rolled twice in the air with the hovercraft, and Magnus fell heavily to the ground.

"I said, I grew up here—" Vess's voice faded away from the ship, leaving Magnus alone hammering the tiles in resentment.

Ammualan was still as silent as ever, as silent as death. The Endless Light shines on the bounds of the flood of light, shining with a brilliance that has not changed for years.

A hovercraft emerges from the ruins of Nabashialand, its crooked path and the sound of a rattling sound that the hovercraft is about to strike. Boy Vess stopped the boat, took off his scratched goggles, and lay down on the back seat of the hovercraft, "That's it—I thought I could play a few more days." What a broken ship—" The young man thought in pieces, and he caught a glimpse of a portrait glued to the cushion, "Oh, it's quite like." "The portrait shows the boy himself, but underneath it is written in large letters - Luca, bounty for thieves. The boy thought for a moment, opened the storage compartment in the driver's seat, rummaged through it, picked out a pen and added two words to the portrait: "Famous - thief, that's a lot!" ”

The boy named Luca, with his golden hair shining in the endless light, obviously a child's innocent blue eyes, and even having to stand on tiptoe to climb into the height of the hovercraft, looked like he had worn an old jacket for a hundred years, his ears tied behind his head by a red headband, and - the figure that should have been in the forest, at home, by his parents' side, and was incompatible with the wind and sand of Anmualan—