A terrible, awful feeling.
After the table behind him turned into some bizarre bullet-shaped thing, Lubbock's face had already gone deathly pale—let alone when a huge number of jet nozzles suddenly sprouted from the strange "bullet" that was even bigger than he was...
"W-W-WAAAAAHHHH!!!" Lubbock was instantly carried into the sky by the "bullet," leaving behind a twisting, dazzling trail of smoke as countless colorful fireworks exploded around it.
"So they're fireworks? How did they do that?" Leone gazed in amazement at the strange "bullet" flying about in the sky like a headless fly. As for Lubbock's screams from where he was tied to it, they could only count as background accompaniment. How tragic.
Only after the bullet had flown wildly for a full five minutes did its movement change. It shot straight upward and self-destructed, adding a humanoid firework blossom to the sky. From the colors alone, one could clearly tell that the exploding firework was shaped like Lubbock.
A green-haired youth, covered in black smoke and rolling his eyes white, fell from the sky and rolled a long distance after landing. Once he stopped, white foam spilled from his mouth as he lay there twitching, unable to rise. That stimulation just now had let him experience a pleasure akin to ascension.
The clapping that rang out beside his ears dealt his spirit an inexplicable blow. "You aren't hurt, are you?" "Najenda..." The moment Lubbock, still rolling his eyes, saw the white-haired woman holding out a handkerchief to him, he immediately perked up. Najenda was, after all, the name she had originally gone by. Her true identity was that of a former Imperial general.
He quickly sprang up, shook his tattered clothes, and carefully put away the handkerchief she had offered him. Then he fiercely slapped his chest. "Don't