Iver quickly found the Grand Guardian inside Candle Holder Cathedral and quietly told him what had happened.
It was not as simple as "Yulia" having been abducted by Emma. He told him the full version: "Their Queen, Her Majesty Isabel, has been taken away by Countess Emma."
"...That happened?"
The Grand Guardian immediately knitted his brows. "How could this be..."
George immediately hurried toward an open space with Iver. In the packed Candle Holder Cathedral, finding an open-air clearing was surprisingly difficult.
He searched for a clearing with his brows tightly furrowed.
He felt tremendous pressure. "I'm sorry, Iver. I was at the Candle Holder Festival, but I was in the very front... This was my responsibility."
The Grand Guardian had not noticed "Yulia" at the very back. Nor could he possibly have noticed her.
Isabel had never entered the cathedral at all. She had been watching the ceremony from outside.
Although the Candle Holder Festival did not require a lofty status to enter—the rule was simply first come, first served—the inside was far too crowded. There were too many people. And "Yulia" was short to begin with. If she could not get a good position, she would not be able to see anything. There was little difference between being inside and outside.
They finally found a suitable clearing.
As the Grand Guardian blew hard into the whistle hanging at his chest, the soundless whistle carried far through the air.
After a brief delay, a whirlwind swept a gryphon down before them in the blink of an eye, and George grabbed Iver and leaped onto it.
"Philip, Lloyd's headquarters building."
The Grand Guardian called out, "Quickly!"
"Understood."
A deep, steady, reliable voice rang out through the storm. In an instant, Iver and the Grand Guardian vanished.
Two sudden gusts of