In order for his schoolmate not to be threatened with assassination by the Council, Witcher follows the Church's advice and sets off on a mission to the field.
Meeting up with the long-lost Sacred Gun on the tarmac in Starbreeze City, they boarded another airship.
"First things first haha, you're under my command for this operation!" Garn said heartily.
Looks like that last trapeze accident scared him.
Eleazar shrugged indifferently.
Walking down the guest room corridor, Garn suddenly smiled and said, "I hear your side of the family has been buzzing lately?"
Eleazar looks back behind him absently and says, "Some amazing shadow walkers that always manage to pop up around corners when I'm not looking, making me wary at the sight of shadows now."
Garn mused for a moment, "It's mainly a matter of battle time because you're blessed by the holy light, it's destined for them to have less than 10 seconds of battle time at most, and with only that amount of battle time they can only send out these people, and trust me, you don't want to see any other members of the council's sequence..."
"Oh yeah?"
Eleazar's tone remained calm.
He wasn't afraid of those assassinations, he just didn't want the people around him to be threatened.
But...
Eleazar turned around helplessly and said somewhat feebly, "Have you run away from home again, schoolteacher?"
Behind them, a girl in a yarmulke looked alarmed.
"You... You've got the wrong person, I'm just passing through!"
As she spoke, she pressed the brim of her hat again and prepared to walk past them.
The two men turned their heads expressionlessly and just watched each other pass by.
Just when Garn thought Witcher was going to drop the matter, he took a big step forward and pinned the two-legged scrambling Dragonborn back at his waist, his other palm raised.
"Snap!"
The stewardess coming up behind him smiled and averted her eyes at the sight.
The guy had indeed run away from home again, and with only a small amount of money that seemed to have been secretly saved from the last time he'd snuck away when he'd done the occasional shopping for him.
The young girl, who had already revived her bloodline power twice, grew to have strong opinions of her own, though it looked like rebellion to those who didn't understand.
Well, indeed, immature mastery is not much different from rebellion, and Mr. Earl should be suffering from it.
While taking a beating from those pink fists, Eleazar somewhat helplessly paid for her ticket.
The face of the Holy Gun beside him, however, was suddenly a bit serious.
As a senior field officer, he has very seasoned counter-tracking experience.
Both he and Witcher set out in the dark, driving their locomotives directly to neighboring cities.
And how is it possible that this runaway girl arrived at her destination almost at the same time as they did?
Slightly speculating on the reason why she was able to appear here with such precision, Garnton gave the other woman a deep look.
Luna also noticed his speculative gaze but continued to lean on her lover's shoulder without a word.
...
The day before, Luna, who had noticed that her lover had suddenly evaporated, panicked and came to the college office to ask for help from the true administrator of the North.
The woman with the title of Holy Virgin told her many things.
She liked the man for who he was.
Not a hunter, but a Witcher who goes red-eyed at the sight of a Fae.
Not pure justice, but a self that is saturated with some selfish ego.
He and the church are currently in a partnership.
They have a very powerful common enemy.
And the real reason he left, was to protect her.
At the end of the day, he's hung up on other women, wanting all the time to get out of the Church's clutches and escape to the ends of the earth.
Instead of being irritated by that last statement, Luna looked up very calmly to ask what the other person was up to.
She still vividly remembered that the woman's smile was like a demon's at the time.
"It's simple, all we've given him are shackles on a physical level, whereas you can be his mind shackles, you wouldn't even be able to compete with two driven women, would you?"
Luna knew it was poison wrapped in honey, but she swallowed it without a second thought before inquiring as to their point of departure.
...
Garn called out to the steward who was about to leave, "Please change my room, as far as you can, preferably to another floor."
Eleazar blushed oddly and whipped his head around, only to see him wave his hand like he was running away.
"Okay, okay, let's wait until we get to our destination and then we'll be in touch."
After saying that, Saint Guns lifted his suitcase and followed the stewardess out.
"Hey..."
Eleazar opened his mouth, realizing that the man's back didn't even hesitate for a second, and finally just turned his face away helplessly.
Over her shoulder, Luna averted her eyes with a face full of innocence.
"You're finished, you've just set off and offended our captain."
"Hmph, I told you to leave me behind!"
"Honey, I'm off on a very urgent mission, I don't have time to notify anyone at all, so you'd better get used to it."
Seeing that he was still a stiff upper lip, Luna's face was not abnormal, but she couldn't help but feel a hint of sweetness welling up in her heart.
"Oh? So urgent, what the hell is that for~"
"Well, in short, it's just dangerous..."
Eleazar cursed the guy who ran off without even explaining the mission situation.
After coping with a few closely pressed questions with some difficulty in supporting himself, he hastily moved away from the subject.
"Baby, are you hungry?"
"Then you carry me there~"
Although her mouth was still soliciting, Luna, whose eyes curved into crescent moons, was already climbing up.
Eleazar flinched for a moment before breaking into a smile that looked no different than his usual, holding his hands in the crooks of his legs.
"Then you sit tight."
Luna was silent for a moment, subconsciously tightening her hands.
They then made their way to the inner lobby of the airboat.
Bright red carpets under their feet, bright crystal lights overhead, soothing music ringing in their ears, a few white cloth-covered tables filled with snacks and drinks, and scantily clad passengers talking and laughing like all kinds of socialites in this lavish venue.
For tens of thousands of dollars in airfare, the service is just not the same.
Standing in the doorway, Eleazar turned back and smiled.
"Going in oh?"
"Hmph, if you're not afraid, what am I afraid of!" Luna forced herself to be calm.
"Me, I've long since stopped caring about the stares, but someone can't tell, I'd guess no more than 3 minutes."
Seeing that the man on his back was still dying, Eleazar then walked into the meeting with a smile on his face.
The two attendants at the doorway physically shifted a bit, but they quickly stabilized and continued to keep their eyes forward and maintain their manners.
As the two entered, the lobby seemed to go quiet for a split second as people's conversations stopped.
The crystal lights shone down silently, the senses in her eyes became a little brighter, and because of that, those cast around her became extraordinarily clear, and Luna felt as if the tips of her ears were rolling a little.
She soon couldn't resist the ambiguous looks, mostly because she was a little afraid that there might be a famous family she knew there.
After all, the airboat only took off from a neighboring city.
"You put me down..."