"Where's Lord Ange gone off to again? I really miss him; I pine for him night and day. Just to ever remain by his side..." Luther muttered, carefully nibbling a small bite from the last piece of beetroot jerky, holding it in his mouth as he savored it slowly, unwilling to swallow it.
This was indeed the last of his beetroot jerky, and if Ange did not return, he was facing a dire food shortage. He initially wished to save it to replenish energy during battle, but being idle here day in and day out means there was no such battle – and he ended up eating it all without meaning to.
Ah! Where has Lord Ange gone? He missed the beetroot jerky!
It was then that a speck of light illuminated at the edge of the basin where the World Transit Station was located. It was as bright as a large Illumination Magic Array, visible even in broad daylight.
