On an empty street at dawn, Thales raced down an alley, panting. He then came out to a wider roadway.
'Aida…'
Aida… should be fine. Despite how unreliable she seemed, she had taken down a supreme class Blood Clansman in the birch tree forest on her own.
'I can't be distracted. There's no use in thinking too much about it. It won't help...' Thales tried desperately to shrug off his worry.
He felt thirsty all of a sudden.
Thales scooped up a handful of snow out of habit; something he adopted as a child beggar during the winter. He then rubbed the ball of snow and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then the prince, whose jaw chattered in agony due to the snow, looked up at Little Rascal and asked, "Is this place West-Express Avenue?"
However, the latter remained speechless. Her head was lowered.
Thales melted the snow in his mouth and swallowed the water.
He stared at the dazed Little Rascal, feeling concerned.
