It was Viretta.

It was definitely Viretta.

“…Viretta.”

There was no mistaking either her face or her voice. He was someone who had once climbed the watchtower and found Viretta among the crowd in less than a minute.

A box was tightly bound to the dragon’s claw, and inside it was Viretta.

The bars were wide, and the altitude was low, so her figure was clearer than expected.

“Ranken! Can you see? Why are we flying like this?”

Though he couldn’t be sure, he even thought he heard Iola’s voice. Ranken anxiously looked up at the sky.

Did the dragon just snatch Viretta away?

In a box?

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“…I saw her go into something like a box earlier.”

Saffron, whose ominous energy flowed through him, trembled around his eyes and spoke.

While Moslin prepared her magic, he had briefly taken cover from the dazzling lightning. With Ranken crying beside him, he couldn’t just sit idly, so he walked precariously close to the nest to keep an eye on things.

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