An Old Country Bumpkin Cuts Through the Night

“They ran that way. Probably down this road.”

“Right, got it.”

I ran alongside Fissel, glaring in the direction Bishop Levios and Spur had gone.

That said, I had no real sense of direction in the Northern District. I could get a rough idea of which way we needed to go, but I couldn’t pin down the exact route. In the end, I had to rely on Fissel to guide me.

“Fissel, Lucy asked you to come, didn’t she?”

“...No. It was a coincidence.”

“...I see.”

I let a question slip as we ran, but the answer I got was curt.

Hmm, was she determined to stick to the story that it was all a coincidence? Well, otherwise, things could get messy if the worst happened. Even with me asking, she was clearly taking information control seriously.

“...There they are.”...