Solan City, Phoenix-Tail Flower Chamber of Commerce.
Windsor stood by the window and looked down at the entire city through the glass. She was like a statue, motionless and in a daze.
Beside her was an old white-haired man who sat in a mechanical wheelchair. His aura was as weak as a candle in the wind. At this moment, his turbid eyes sized up everything below.
He said with a hoarse voice afterward.
"There's no need to take it to heart. We've already expected this outcome, haven't we?
"It's just a pity for that young fellow..."
Regret shrouded his wrinkled face as he spoke.
"Had that plane completely collapsed?"
Windsor turned around and looked at the open-minded old white-haired man, her eyes dimmed.
"Teacher, I entered to investigate…Not only had that plane collapsed, but it also fell into the abyss.
"I sensed spider goddess Lolita's aura from above.
