Cruel

Meanwhile.

On the streets of Worchester, a figure enveloped in Holy Light was in flight, making a beeline for the wharf.

"Freeze! Surrender!"

A few mages were in tight pursuit not far behind that figure, led by none other than Joanna. Clusters of flames burst forth from the fiery wings on her back, like bullets from a machine-gun, aimed at the escaping figure of Holy Light.

However, the figure was travelling at a speed faster than that of the mages; he flashed to the sides rapidly and dodged all of Joanna's attacks.

"Hmph... Do you really think I'd be afraid of you?" The figure in Holy Light turned his head and scornfully glanced at those few mages. However, taking another look at the unconscious little girl in his arms, he did not stop to retaliate. Instead, he increased the speed of his slight, continuing to fly in the direction of the wharf like a shooting star.

Thus, the distance between the mages and him slowly increased.