Becky, riding the motorcycle, twisted the throttle to the limit.
The modified motorcycle immediately shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, racing like the wind. Yet even so, Becky still felt it was too slow.
He wished he could fly straight to his destination.
But he did not have that ability.
However...
"Before long, I will!"
Just imagining himself at that time set Becky's heart ablaze.
Who would willingly become someone else's subordinate?
Who would willingly be enslaved?
Who did not want to become a god above all others?
What was wrong with taking a little risk for such a wish?
As for betrayal?
He had never willingly served the Great Marsh from the start, so how could it be called betrayal?
Besides, before long, he would become an existence on equal footing with the Great Marsh.
What need did he have for guilt?
There was none!
All he needed to do was welcome his own glory!
Of course, before that, he still needed a tiny bit of concealment!
Screech!
The motorcycle brakes shrieked, filling the air with the pungent stench of rubber. Going from full speed to a dead stop, Becky's motorcycle flew straight out.
Becky flipped through the air and landed before the gray "figure," paying no attention whatsoever to the motorcycle that had flown off the road, crashed into a wall, and exploded.
Even though he had declared not long ago that this motorcycle was his favorite.
"Your Excellency."
Becky respectfully prepared to bow, just as he had when facing the Great Marsh.
"I will lead the way for you!"
Without needing an answer, Becky took the lead.
They stood near the edge of Flame City's central district. Many people lived here, and countless shops lined the streets. Though it was not as bustling as