No One Was Getting Off This Ride

Messiah considered herself a qualified Guardian Knight. During the time she had followed Herolia, she had protected Herolia from the judges' attacks on several occasions.

Although Herolia had taken dangerous actions like making contact with demons ever since coming to Nolan, Messiah had still dutifully remained at Herolia's side, wary of that demon making any dangerous move.

Today was the same... except Herolia had now fallen into a trap built by demons, and Messiah was trapped in it as well... Forget protecting her—she might not even be able to protect herself.

"Liya, how about we just watch from the side?"

Messiah was already seated on the train. Like an older sister or a mother, she earnestly tried to persuade Herolia.

Herolia had disguised her appearance well, and this was the persona she had given Messiah as well.

Unfortunately, it was only a role she was playing. No matter how Messiah tried to persuade her, Herolia would not listen.

"I don't think anything will happen."

Herolia did not know where her mysterious confidence came from. She was seated in the middle of the train.

This train was completely different from the mine carts Messiah remembered. Its structure was much lower, and something restricted her movements.

While she and Herolia had been talking, the train had slowly begun moving. It was very slow, yet it continued climbing toward the steep slope.

Messiah was already considering how she should protect Herolia if the train lost control midway.

She glanced at Herolia beside her. At such a height, Herolia looked especially relaxed, swinging her little legs and humming an unknown tune as if she had not realized she was over a hundred meters in the air.

"How high is this thing going?"

A voice sounded behind Messiah. She remembered it—it belonged to Sister Skotan,