"Whoo~whoo~whoo~"
The dilapidated ancient train emitted a series of shrill whistle sounds.
The gray fog at this moment intensified once more...
The outside scenery continued to be obscured by the increasingly thick gray fog.
"Hmm, luckily I still have a few fancy numbers, or else I'd be at a huge loss, and I wouldn't have the face to meet people anymore..."
"Thorn Lady" muttered softly with a look of regret in her eyes, leaving Colin with a headache.
'Ah, what a waste of my emotions...'
Colin somewhat speechless, had thought it was some kind of melancholic feelings, but it turned out to be just this.
It was just a matter of a few account numbers, after all, what's there to be ashamed of.
But speaking of which...
His gaze shifted to the outside world wrapped in thorns, gradually obscured by the gray fog, and he felt a chill thinking that according to "Thorn Lady", this was the actual display of her body's power...
