The ice tracks stretched out ahead, leading the glass carriage smoothly downhill like an inverse proportion function curve.
Both the glass unicorn and the carriage, from the moment they appeared in sight, began to continuously disintegrate, turning into silver-grey fairy dust.
It was a spontaneously disintegrating fantasy—
If the fairy's scale had been large enough, perhaps something could have been created. But for a lone fairy, maintaining "fantasy" in the material realm was somewhat difficult.
Sitting inside the carriage, besides Aiwass and Lady Grace, there were two passengers.
One was a young fairy perched on his collarbone, clutching Aiwass's neckline.
The other, was an elven girl sitting decorously in the back seat.
That was Miss Anastasia!
Mr. Yunus immediately recognized the other party's identity and temporarily set aside his concerns for Nilim.
