"I've already restrained the cultists and the victims. The police should reach that factory and find them soon."
To be cautious, they did not fly straight into the city center. Instead, they landed in an unnoticed narrow alley outside Little Paris and put away the white wings.
Osphia adjusted her scarf and sunglasses before speaking softly as she headed toward the 7th Arrondissement:
"After this incident with the Evil Cult, our whereabouts in France have been exposed. Setting aside the matter of coming into contact with the Dark Energy Crystal again, the strength you displayed underground will undoubtedly make the Covenant highly wary."
Behind her sunglasses, her azure eyes instinctively glanced at the figure beside her. How many people could guess that this seemingly ordinary young man concealed such astonishing power?
Thinking back to their first meeting during that C-Rank battle, he had not stood out in the slightest among the three fleeing figures.
Even having witnessed it herself, Osphia still found it somewhat hard to believe.
"So, we must contact Klim tonight, then leave Paris as soon as possible and find my mentor."
They had only been here for two days, and they were already on the run again.
Snapping back to his senses at Osphia's voice, Fang Ran sighed helplessly to himself, feeling as though they were fugitives fleeing for their lives.
As they moved discreetly through the streets of Little Paris, his mind had yet to fully recover from the matter with the Evil Cult. Then, in this moment, his thoughts were instinctively drawn to the beautiful scenery before him.
Fang Ran suddenly realized that this was his first time coming to the "nice part" of Paris during the day.
There were no skyscrapers blocking out the sky, no disgusting thieves or pickpockets, and rows of gothic