'WHAT?!'
Everyone's eyes widened as they heard a certain voice reverberate in the air.
The crass words, immature tone, and desperately high pitch caught the attention of the four Bishops and even the pale one they were up against—Lord Mors.
Or rather, Lucius.
'What the…?' Lucius' thoughts in particular kept flowing as he narrowed his eyes and kept his gaze on the young man who was charging headfirst into danger. He was able to instantly recognize him from a single glance.
'... Isn't that Luca?'
Indeed! The young man was running desperately, already out of breath as he kept his arms dancing up and down and his legs kicked the dirt beneath him.
'What is he doing here?' Lucius' brow rose in confusion, but it didn't last very long the moment he improved his dwindling focus and saw something glow in the boy's right pocket. 'T-that is—!'
