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Click, click-click.
Amid the friction of gears, the airship's cannons began to adjust.
They all aimed at Dennise.
"Miss Dennise."
"Come down quickly."
Little Reed turned his head to look at Dennise on the roof.
Instantly, his eyes narrowed, thinking Dennise had already entered the 'shelter'.
Shouts rose.
But it was too late.
Before Dennise could react,
the muzzle burst into flames.
Bang, bang, bang!
One by one, the dark cannonballs fell.
Upon seeing the cannonballs, Little Reed clenched his teeth and prepared to leap onto the roof.
He was determined to shield Dennise from the projectiles.
Even if it shattered him to pieces.
Not for anything else.
But because...
Jason!
If Jason had died in battle in place of Master Gerard and he couldn't even save Jason's beloved woman, what face would he have to cling to life?
The personal servant charged forward with a resolve to die.
But,
someone was faster.
