"We're flying!"

Viretta, now certain of the situation, clenched her fist and shouted. The sensation of floating, similar to bungee jumping while hanging from a rope, filled her entire body. Even though she was in the crate, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

"What on earth..."

Iola, rubbing his sore neck from the sudden impact, looked out between the bars.

It wasn’t exactly "unbelievable," but it was certainly a sudden event. Iola's voice, which had been about to say something like "What is happening?" suddenly stopped.

Through the bars, the sky became visible, and after a brief shake, the forest and horizon appeared. They had risen so high that the Root Mountain Range, and the mine within it, looked like a bird’s-eye view.

"We're flying."

It was absurd. But it was real.@@novelbin@@

The crate that held the two of them was flying through the air.

Though it swayed unsteadily, as if thrown into a rough sea, they were, nevertheless, flying.

"Ah! It’s Ranken! Ranken! I’m flying!!"

"Ranken! Can you see us? Why are we flying?!"

Viretta shouted toward the tiny figure of Ranken, barely visible beyond the bars.

Though small, she could see Ranken, Moslin, and Saffron standing together. The other three had also avoided being harmed by the dragon.

"Thank goodness they’re all safe—Ugh!"

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