"Leonard and the others are in danger?"
Luther frowned.
The invisible bond between their flesh had sent a warning in an instant. He could feel that the charm he had left Leonard had been violently destroyed.
As for where exactly...
He closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment. Soon, he had their location.
The timing was perfect.
Luther couldn't help smiling.
After questioning Groselle's Travels, he had confirmed that even if 0-08 discovered him, it would not expose him. He could act freely now.
What was there to hesitate about?
"Antiya."
Luther called to his Flagship and messenger.
A pale hand promptly gripped his shoulder and pulled him into the illusory Spirit World. His surroundings shifted rapidly, then solidified again. He found himself aboard a ship, facing—
A few minutes earlier.
Boom!
The upper half of the bridge was torn apart by a sharp sword strike. It collapsed with a thunderous crash onto the deck, rocking the ship on the water.
That was close...
Leonard clutched the railing beside him, his heart still pounding. If he hadn't ducked fast enough, that strike might have cut him in two.
But it had also exposed the inside of the bridge. To his surprise, Trissy was not the only one there. A tall man stood with her.
The man wielded a greatsword, and every swing raised a terrifying wind. Trissy moved like a fallen leaf caught in a gale, always staying just beyond the blade's reach.
Is he a Beyonder of the Warrior Pathway?
Leonard could only guess.
That Pathway was relatively rare in Loen, and he had encountered it only in internal records. In Feysac to the north, however, it belonged to official Beyonders. The man had closely cropped blond hair and a face crisscrossed with scars. Dawn-like armor