The green indicator light had barely lit up to signal that the call had connected when an agitated middle-aged man's voice came from the Magic Communication Box in Lucian's hand.
"Hello, miss? Where are you? Are you all right?"
"Miss?" Lucian froze for a moment, then looked up at the girl in the distance, who had turned at his shout, and understood.
"Hello, I'm..."
Lucian had barely begun before the voice from the Magic Communication Box rudely cut him off.
"Who are you? Where is the young miss? What have you done to her? I'm warning you! If you touch a single hair on her head, I guarantee that you and whoever's behind you will die horribly!"
Lucian frowned, wondering why this conversation sounded so much like a scene from a novel.
Although he had known she was no ordinary girl from the moment she pulled out an Infantry Mana Rocket, he was still a little startled by the urgency, even fury, in the voice coming from the Magic Communication Box.
This girl... probably had quite a background. She might even belong to one of the empire's great noble families.
But judging by her behavior, she didn't really seem like a noble girl raised under strict discipline...
"Your young miss is fine. She's currently..." Lucian glanced up. "She's coming over now. You can speak to her."
As though handing off a hot potato, Lucian thrust the Magic Communication Box into the approaching girl's hands.
"Hello? Is that you, Uncle Harris? Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. Hmm? Oh, it's nothing. Really. These human traffickers just got their hands on some old-model weapons somewhere. They're no threat to me. Of course. Don't you trust my abilities? Hmm... I never said you shouldn't come. In fact, I want you to hurry... Don't misunderstand,