The Prince on a White Horse

He felt it—the signal from Rene.

Like ripples created by a small stone tossed onto the surface of water, it swept rapidly past Kairos, then returned with renewed clarity and gathered in an old residential district about three kilometers south of him.

‘What on earth is this strange wave….’

He couldn't make sense of it, but for now, he decided to focus on what was happening.

Rene was transmitting a special wave that clearly carried her unique magical wavelength to the people around her indiscriminately.

And with her having failed to return to the dormitory for several hours already, there could be only one possible meaning.

‘……Damn it.’

It clearly meant that some sort of emergency had occurred.

Kairos bit down on his lip without realizing it, then started running straight into the darkness without any further hesitation.

He cast acceleration magic on both legs and raced through the night streets at the fastest speed he could manage without risking detection by the city's automatic surveillance magic network...