Pinpointed?
Davis was flying back to his mansion with Myria on a flying boat.
He held her close while having a worried expression on his face since Myria seemed soulless. He waved his hand, slowing down the flying boat since he could not have Myria looking like this when she returns to their home, only to alarm everyone else.
They were a worried bunch who needed assurance all the time that he wasn't going to do anything self-sacrificial and if they heard from Myria, then they wouldn't stop hounding him.
"Myria, trust me. The World Master let us go… I'm not saying this to set your heart at ease. We really are released."
It was the fifth time Davis repeated these words with some more words, but Myria didn't seem to believe it one bit. She stared at the skies ahead, her expression blank and her eyes dull.
Davis pursed his lips, wondering what else he should say.