The base level of the rock interchange station.

Ranch led in silence, holding a chain in his hand, the other end of which was clasped to a woman's wrist.

They made their way through the secluded staircase passage, the metal parts of the handcuffs occasionally colliding with a crisp sound that staggered to the rhythm of their steps.

At the end of the passage is a slope that connects to the platform level where the sun used to shine.

Lanch's eyes narrowed slightly, and the head of West Germany beside her drooped slightly, making it difficult to get a glimpse of her eyes at the moment.

Beams of natural light cast between the canopies of the glass curtain wall on the platform, like spilled gold coins flickering in specks on the ground, and were trampled by the footsteps of the two from time to time.

At this time, the platform was sparsely populated with passengers, sitting on benches and feeling slightly restless, or standing on the edge of the platform, looking in the direction of the tracks.

Before the two of them could stop completely, in the distance, the magic energy rail train at the end of the track had entered the station with a roar and a series of carriages.

The shimmering metallic texture of the car body and the reflection outside the window are complementary, and the steel stamps that quickly pass before the eyes of each carriage are the emblem of the Protos Empire.

Ranch and Sid waited in front of the paint line that had been drawn on the ground.

It wasn't until the train slowed down and came to a steady stop that the doors opened, and a faint transparent mist drifted out from inside the carriage, gradually dissipating the residual heat released by the magic energy regulator.

"Get in the car."

Rankie's voice commanded with a slight indifference.

Next, even if she didn't use Lanch's handcuffs to lead West Germany, she naturally followed Lanch's steps into the carriage.

Without saying a word, she was as obedient as a doll, so that the passengers in the distance did not dare to glance at this side, and it was difficult to imagine what would happen to this prisoner girl.

The two of them walked into the special carriage located at the rear of the Magic Energy Rail Train.

Unlike the other carriages in front, this section is more robust and enclosed, with a unique level of protection and privacy, in which the interior spaces, including the crew, are required to be instructed and approved before entering.

Entering an interior of the cabin, the doors behind you slammed shut, making a heavy metal crash that echoed through the wide space.

"Whew—get off work!"

The two of them came to the chair and sat down, both leaning back quite loosely as if they had finished a tired journey.

Ranch didn't want to move at all, and he was really tired from working all morning for Asquesan.

"When will this be unraveled?"

Sid's right hand, resting on the armrest, lifted, and the handcuffs rang out, making a jingling sound.

"Wait for the flight attendant to bring lunch, and it will be solved, and the surface work must be done."

In any case, they were officers escorting prisoners on official duty, and they still had to pretend to be flawless until they changed to the next train and changed their appearance back.

However, when I got here, I finally ended my investigation trip to the northern part of the empire, and I could easily return to the familiar imperial capital of Herrom.

"Alas, it's been a bumpy road."

Ranch sighed as if he remembered what he had experienced for more than a month.

Sid looked at him and didn't comment.

"It's been a rough ride for me, and you obviously didn't hurt anything."

In the end, she could only give him a blank look and look away.

This guy hasn't even soiled his clothes all the way.

Including the previous fight against the Ghost Party in the snowfield, she went to punch one by one, and Ranch did nothing like an overseer in the back.

"You said you wanted to protect me."

Lanch said with a rightful smile.

Sid stared at his face again, obviously thinking that he had a little tea, and was about to sarcastically say a few words to him, but hesitated for a moment, but forgot it.

Such a natural smile was like thanking her—thank you for protecting me so well.

"This guy, it's good that you're not a girl, otherwise I would have accepted you as a saint, and I would really have been teaed by you."

With a look of recognition, Sid spread his left hand.

At first, she even thought that it would be better if the person she liked was a girl, but now she only feels fortunate that he is not a girl.

"By the way, what level have you recovered to now?"

Ranch thought for a moment and asked.

He saw that West Germany was no longer as tired as he was on the snowy field, and that his spirits seemed to be much better.

"Around the fifth order, the estimated limit is like this, the more I recover, the more I can feel the shackles of the power of the seal, it is like locking my state."

Sigrid's expression suddenly became a little grim, and she replied.

There is no problem in protecting oneself in the imperial capital of Herrom, but compared to the original self, it is unimaginably weak.

"But if I can break this seal, I may become stronger than before."

She clenched her fists and muttered to herself.

This is a catastrophe, but also an experience, and what can't kill her will make her stronger.

However, looking at Sigrid who was not frustrated at all like this, Lanch's evaluation was-

"Don't do it."

There was a hint of pity in Rankie's eyes.

It's already so strong that you can't get married, and if you become stronger, you can't get married.

“……”

Sid bit his lip and trembled with anger.

If it weren't for the fact that the prisoner stood up and beat the Son of Silence next to her, she might have let the people on the platform outside the glass window see it, and she would have wanted to do it a little.

"Holy Son."

"Huh?"

"If you meet a woman who can read minds in the future, you must run, turn your head and run, don't ask anything, don't think about anything."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I'm the only one in the world who will let you do this."

Sidpi said through gritted teeth.

Although she had reminded him a few times, she always felt that this thing had a feeling of unbelief in evil, and he would either play to the limit and never overturn, or once it overturned, it would be an epic disaster, and she didn't want to go to the crematorium to claim her holy son.

"Don't worry, even my most ambitious apprentice, Zestila, can't even think of practicing this top-level spiritual magic in a few years."

Lan Qi scratched his finger and said with great conviction,

"No one understands the demon talent better than I do."

Compared with humans, there is a greater probability that the demons will draw this kind of spiritual magic that is comparable to epic spells through talent magic, but now in this world, there are very few pure demons with such talents.

“……”

Sid looked at Lanch's confident appearance and said nothing.

Zestyra's little girl, Sigrid had seen her on the live projection of the Monthly Examination Day at the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, when Sigrid was in the mansion of her direct soldier Gloria, watching the Holy Son and his students.

Even if Zestyra learned to read minds, it wouldn't do any harm to Rankie, because she already respected her teacher.

But if she met an old one day, Sigrid didn't dare to imagine what would happen.

In the moment of temporary silence between the two, a series of clear announcements sounded in all the carriages, rhythmic and formulaic, heralding the beginning of the journey.

At the end of the broadcast, there was a slight tremor in the carriage, and then the seats began to thrust slightly.

Ranch's gaze looked through the window pane, staring outward.

At first, everything on the platform was slow, with the signs and benches gliding slowly along the platform, and the sunlight left floating bands of light on the glass windows.

The scenery outside the car window began to retreat with a lazy pace, gradually distancing itself from them.

On the opposite platform, the passengers and station staff who were still in sight just now gradually disappeared behind the train.

It wasn't until a familiar figure caught his eye again that his gaze was once again on the window pane of the car, and the eldest lady of the Earl of Milford was waiting on the opposite platform.

(End of chapter)