"I promise." Iris clapped her hands together in front of her chest, she had no choice.
It seemed like any matter involving the White Wizard would always have something to do with her.
Morgan sighed. Somehow, he felt Iris was not as worried as he was. Usually, the Red Witch would be frightened just because Thomas wasn't within her reach.
But seeing Iris, who kept a calm face and intended to find her magic book, Morgan didn't want to argue with it. Instead, he felt a little joy in his heart.
Iris was probably starting to ignore the weak boy and was starting to count herself as a reliable person.
Morgan secretly smiled.
"Hmm, good decision." The Desert Princess waved her hand and stood up, her long hair moving down her back. "Your book is in the golden tomb. It is about ten thousand kilometers from this place. Don't worry, with my rug, we'll be there in an hour."
"Golden tomb? I always wondered if there was gold there."
