People Aren't Flowers, But They Are Beautiful

"Run! Run!"

Pastel flailed around on the Airship Deck heading to Sky Island. It wasn't like there was a problem; she was just flailing around while swinging both arms.

"What are you doing?"

The Demon, standing with his hands in his pockets and his weight on one leg, looked dumbfounded.

"I need to get away from the Central Political Circles as quickly as possible! It's a suffocating place where an innocent person in power like me would just croak!"

The compatibility is so bad.

Pastel mulled it over, which had twice as many letters as a regular worry, before running to the bow's railing. It was the furthest position from the Empire on the airship.

White clouds and a blue sky spread out before her.

"I feel like I've gotten just a little bit further away!"

She took a deep breath...