Linea flew up to the sky with two people sitting on her back. Valerian and Morgana sat beside each other, their eyes were calm, looking at the scenery ahead. The young boy patted Fortuna's head gently as they flew toward the imperial capital.
Suddenly, the boy said, "Linea, fly slowly, the convoy is falling behind."
The thunder falcon slowed down his speed and the Princess asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure of an Imperial Prince coming forward to welcome and escort me?"
Valerian smiled and said, "The similarities we have can be called the reason behind this gesture."
The princess was surprised and looked at the boy beside her, and asked, "What similarities?"
Valerian smiled, unaffected by her cold voice, he said, "I am also adopted into the family because of my talent. I also suffer from some deficits."
Morgana's gaze turned cold and she asked, "Why do you think these two things are similar among us?"
