“…”
At first, Ayla smiled wryly, then soon let out her usual “hehe” laugh and brushed it off.
Well, I suppose. Since these are pastries I brought to give away anyway, packaging them like this doesn’t really matter.
“Shouldn’t we head back soon, Wolfram?”
“Hmm. You’re right.”
More than anything, my stamina is at its limit.
Can I walk back… My biggest regret is not bringing Patrasche.
Just as I was thinking that, something suddenly rose beneath my feet.
A transparent, smooth black crystal foothold sprouted from under my feet, firmly securing my ankles.
“…Now. Like this, I can just pull you with my mana, right?”
“…Ha. I see. You’ve learned a fine spell, Ayla.”
“I can’t neglect my own training either. I thought, if you can make a carriage out of mana stones, then sliding black crystals might achieve something similar.”
“Impressive.”
Amazing. Ayla is amazing!
“Well then, Lady Siela? His Highness Wolfram von Lohengrin is expressing fatigue. We’ll be taking our leave.”
With that, Ayla smiled politely and gently took my arm.
Since it’s moving with your mana, you don’t really need to do that, do you? I thought—but Ayla showed no sign of letting go.
Break free with my own strength? Haha, what a joke.
“Ah…”
Regina Siela stared intently at me.
Hmm. Come to think of it, what did she ask again?
She wanted me to call her by her first name?
I’ve been calling her “young lady” all this time, and I might actually get stabbed for that… so I suppose I should compromise.
I called her by that at the last tea party too, so it should be fine.
“Then ‘Regina Siela’—we’ll be going now.”
“…Ah.”
Regina clenched her fist tightly.
“Let’s go, Ayla.”
“Yes, Wolfram!”
With that, Ayla began to silently slide the foothold.
Oh, oh. This is more fun than I thought.
It feels like riding the world’s safest electric scooter.
I could feel Regina Siela staring at us from behind, but I desperately ignored it.
“Yes. Right now… with this… someday, surely.”
Regina’s voice, scattering into the distance, never formed a complete sentence.
