Chapter 473
"... Right," Ian replied.
Unlike Diana, his voice was completely calm. His gaze, fixed on the undulating curtain of dark clouds, was the same.
Diana caught the shift in his expression and narrowed one eye slightly.
"We have to run," said Seren, standing beside her. As her mane-like dark blue hair scattered, she looked to the side with narrowed eyes.
"Right now."
"That’s pointless, sir." It was Diana who answered curtly. "It might look slow, but even at full gallop, we wouldn’t escape it. Which means..."
Glancing at Seren with decidedly calmer eyes, she finished her sentence while looking back at Ian. "We’ll have to endure it with the Agent of the Saint’s magic."
Seren, her eyes widening, looked back at Ian. "You are truly a mage of such a high level?"
Her voice carried open astonishment and disbelief. It was only natural. Knowing Ian was a mage was one thing, but expecting him to wield high-level magic was another matter entirely.
"Well, not really," Ian, answering with a somewhat reluctant tone, stepped onto the stirrup and added as he stood up. "But we don’t have much choice, do we? If we want to live."
"That storm... it’s not quite like the ones I know," said Lucia.
Her eyes squinted against the sand-laced wind, but the calm had returned to them as if her being dumbstruck was merely a momentary overwhelm from the grand sight.