She hadn't fastened herself securely the first time, and the snail zoomed off, leaving Amelia and the puppet behind.
"What... what... what kind of snail is this?" Amelia asked with a trembling voice. This was nothing like the snail she remembered. Was this even a snail? Wasn't it Lightning?
"It's not Lightning, Lightning is a horse, not as fast as this one. This is the Iron Scale Cleaner. Have you heard of the Iron Scale Cleaner?" Negris asked.
"The Ancient God that's as huge as a Plane, covered in iron armor, the Iron Scale Cleaner? You're riding an Ancient God? Why?" asked Amelia incredulously.
It was too complicated to explain; should he really tell her that Ange could help the snail reproduce? She'd definitely think they were perverts. So, Negris casually said, "He owes us a debt, grab on tight."
Amelia and the puppet clutched the newly extended grab handles tightly and, with a whoosh, started speeding through the Void like a gust of wind.
