The Chaos Cult was still out there. Annan couldn't let the people in the Manor leave or allow anyone from Free City to come in and risk leaking information.
"You'll have to stay at the Manor a while longer, until this is over. The food I left should last you a week. Until then, you can't go anywhere."
Annan called Miranda over and deliberately got her name wrong. "Olmedo, I'm leaving this place to you."
Miranda smiled and gave him a solemn promise.
With things at the Manor settled, Annan joined Baron Kelly, who had been waiting for him.
"Let's go."
Mond City.
Annan pushed Baron Kelly past a Notice Board plastered with missing-person notices, without making any attempt to hide.
"You seem a little different, Young Miss Olmedo..." the baron said, puzzled.
"You mean my clothes? I am a Ranger, after all."
Annan had changed into light Leather Armor suited to a Ranger, with a bow and quiver on his back.
"No, you seem... taller?"
Annan's steps faltered. "You're imagining it. I've always been this tall."
"I'm not imagining it. I—"
"You are. You were controlling a young body before, so I seemed short to you. Now you're in an old body and sitting in a Wheelchair. Of course I look taller."
"Is that so...?"
"Then stand up and see."
Baron Kelly naturally couldn't stand, so he had no way to expose the lifts in Annan's boots.
At Teleportation Square, the Guards checked the people waiting in line. Annan helped the baron to his feet and let the Guards inspect them, then deftly straightened the Wheelchair's bent footrest.
Baron Kelly took it all in.
"Baron, what do you plan to do after the mission?"
"I haven't thought about it. Perhaps I'll die on Montreal Mountain..."
Now that the