"Please… stop… I beg you, mister…" The girl cried out desperately, her pleas falling on deaf ears as she tried to implore Aeolus to cease his attack.
However, just as Aeolus was about to strike once more, a figure with silver hair emerged from the sky, wielding a spear to parry his attack away. This unexpected intervention left Aeolus stunned.
"What the…" Aeolus muttered in disbelief, his mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. He couldn't fathom how they had located him so quickly.
Originally, his plan had been simple: escape from the capital after observing Seraphine. Unfortunately, Loren's crystal teleportation had limitations, preventing him from traveling too far. Thus, he found himself in this situation.
His initial intention had been reckless, assuming that Seraphine and the witch wouldn't track him down so swiftly, and he had decided to amuse himself with the girl before departing. However, it had all spiraled out of control.
