Mostima had never been so disheveled before.
And the source of it all was this short-legged nun. She had changed everything, leaving Mostima in such a miserable state.
What exactly had happened?
Mostima only remembered that the scene had been utter chaos. As for how it had developed into this situation, even as someone who had experienced it firsthand, she could not sum it up in a single sentence.
One word: chaos.
"Mostima, don't panic! We're coming to save you!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Mostima could only deceive herself by staying silent. Theresa answered Penguin Logistics instead. With pursuit mode activated, her senses were incredibly sharp, and combined with her absurdly overwhelming physical strength, she leapt through the streets and vanished from their sight in no time.
"She got away again."
"Don't be discouraged. Messengers roam the wilderness; the enemies we encounter have never been ones we could handle quickly."
Texas carried herself like a commander, but honestly, rather than a commander, she seemed more like a mob boss's young mistress calmly plotting every move. Texas's body had left Siracusa, but in spirit, she was still a proud, solitary wolf.
"Can't I be a little excited?"
Exusiai scratched her head. "Did you guys get a good look at Mostima?"
Everyone shook their heads.
They had been too far away, and Theresa had moved far too quickly. No one possessed that kind of eyesight—except the angel race known for its precise marksmanship.
Exusiai.
"Exusiai, your face looks a little off."
Croissant found it strange. Exusiai's face was slightly flushed, as though she had just gone through strenuous exercise, yet there was a subtle difference... Croissant had never been in love, so she did not dare jump to conclusions.
Still, anyone with eyes could tell that something was off with Exusiai.