Sylveon and Miltank dashed up the stairs. When they turned around, they saw the big guy struggling to climb behind them and immediately realized they had chosen the right strategy.
But just as the two Magic Spirits were about to celebrate—
The Heavy Cavalry, unable to catch up, suddenly sounded an alarm!
The shrill, piercing noise echoed continuously through the empty Castle, making the two Magic Spirits' expressions change dramatically.
"Mimimi!"
"Moo moo moo!"
After a brief exchange, the two Magic Spirits took off running!
This time, Sylveon held its ears high as it fled. At the slightest disturbance, it would abruptly change direction, successfully avoiding one Golem after another.
A few minutes later.
They fled into a classroom and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath!
Thrilling.
Exciting.
Exhilarating!
Sylveon took the bottle Miltank handed over, tilted its head back, and gulped down the milk with the dashing flair of someone downing hard liquor!
But though milk did not intoxicate, Sylveon was drunk on excitement.
Sylveon suddenly began coughing violently—it had choked on the milk!
Miltank hurried over and vigorously patted its back, mooing in comfort.
After quite a while.
Sylveon finally recovered, its face flushed red.
Then it went limp all at once.
It slid down the wall to sit on the floor, feeling completely weak and exhausted, mentally as well as physically.
It had fought fiercely in the Duel Arena before, yet even after being defeated, it had never felt this tired.
Was it really because it lacked someone to rely on?
"Mimimi—!"
The two Magic Spirits reached an agreement.
They had to go home immediately!
But just as they were about to pull themselves together and move, their nerves—sharpened from avoiding Golems—suddenly twitched.
Sylveon's ears instantly stiffened as it heard faint footsteps slowly approaching from some