"Waaah, Mash, don't shake!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was so frightened his tears were nearly coming out. He clung tightly to the rock face, his voice trembling.
"I-I-I-I can't help it either, Master! Th-this is really scaryyyyy!" Mash was in almost the exact same position as Fujimaru Ritsuka, both of them flattened against the slightly slanted cliff face, clutching tightly at protrusions in the rock.
Behind them lay a bottomless abyss.
They were already above the clouds, with no idea how far below the ground was. The place where Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others stood was a "mountain path."
A row of wooden pegs protruding ten centimeters from the sheer cliff face—that was the mountain path.
"This really is a bit much for Ritsuka. Cursed Arm, is there no other route?" Anno asked with a slight frown after glancing down.
"No. This is the only way to the Temple of Azrael." Cursed Arm Hassan shook his head.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others had returned to East Village yesterday. Liao Ye had put on a special gas mask made by Leonardo da Vinci, finally allowing him to avoid Hassan of Serenity's influence. After everyone returned, Cursed Arm Hassan and Anno had explained their next destination.
Thus, the members heading for the Temple of Azrael had been decided.
The two Hassans, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash, Anno and Carmilla, as well as Xuanzang and Tawara Tōta, who was too worried to let her go alone.
Xuanzang said that she really wanted to visit a temple of a foreign faith.
The two Hassans stepped along this mountain path with perfectly calm expressions. Hassan of Serenity in particular even had the leisure to blush and secretly grope Fujimaru Ritsuka a couple of times, utterly unconcerned by the danger.
Anno was equally composed. Years of battle in life