Amber was fast.
So fast that even a legendary powerhouse's dynamic vision could barely follow her—a flash that crossed the boundary between shadow and reality. Gawain and Victoria only heard the wind howl past their ears before a certain Disgrace of the Alliance turned into a swift black streak. The next instant, Victoria felt something heavy clinging to her thigh and heard a voice cry out, "Observe her a little longer!!"
Gawain's head felt twice its usual size. Even after witnessing Amber's bizarre antics for years, he was clearly struggling to handle this one. He stepped forward, grabbed her belt, and forcibly hauled her up. "Enough, stop embarrassing yourself—Modir, what happened?"
Victoria finally came back to her senses. The Duchess of the Northern Territory, who was always calm and composed, whose expression never changed no matter what happened, had widened her eyes as though she had received the fright of her life. She was even a little at a loss, only belatedly taking half a step back after Gawain had carried Amber away... So in a sense, Amber's sliding kneel had worked quite well. After all, not even a legendary powerhouse could have anticipated that, and the grand duchess's train of thought had been thoroughly interrupted.
"I... I'm fine," Modir finally blinked, as though he had abruptly awakened from a brief but immersive Dream Weaver. Lingering confusion remained on his face as his gaze swept over the figures in the cabin before finally settling on Gawain. "Just now... I think I saw something... No, I didn't see it. I felt it..."
"What did you feel?" Gawain quickly set Amber down and asked with an exceptionally grave expression.
Amber swayed a little after landing. She first looked up at Modir, then at the serious-looking Gawain and Victoria. Seemingly deciding that the