As Li Qiuzhi and the other two walked back toward the winding staircase leading up to the second floor, a black raven flapping his Wings of the Night happened to swoop down.
Upon spotting them, he immediately came to an abrupt stop, the gust he brought with him blowing their hair into disarray.
"Oh my, did everything go smoothly?"
Oz, the Night Raven familiar of Her Highness the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, flapped his wings and asked as though nothing had happened.
"Oz!"
Fischl's golden hair fluttered upward, exposing her fair forehead and the black eyepatch she wore. She smoothed her hair with her right hand and looked at her familiar with some displeasure.
"My apologies, mein Fräulein." Oz apologized for his discourteous behavior.
In truth, he had mainly flown a little faster because he was worried about his young lady.
"Fortunately, we managed to resolve everything." Li Qiuzhi did not dwell on it either. He nodded slightly and continued, "Oz, how are things outside?"
Bennett also looked at Oz curiously.
Since Oz had come over, surely the Stonehide Lawachurl had at least been tied up by the reinforcements from the Adventurers' Guild and could no longer properly guard the entrance.
Keeping himself aloft with his wings, Oz answered without keeping them in suspense:
"Things went smoothly on my end as well. As soon as President Cyrus heard that a powerful Stonehide Lawachurl had been discovered,
"he laughed heartily and said it was the perfect chance for the younger generation to get some practice. Then he brought several formidable adventurers over, and they've already dealt with it easily!"
"That fast?" Li Qiuzhi was somewhat surprised. He had thought he might still be able to take part in the fight against the Stonehide Lawachurl when they returned to the second floor shortly.