Volume 2 - CH 7

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Finally, the vision around them cleared up to reveal the area of the ship’s bottom. 

She looked for Nico as the wind was still blowing, and saw Rosalie and Doris, as well as Raven and was relieved to see that he was showing them away from the hungry grasp of the fog and leading them toward the safe area of the winds.

The winds grew strong and violent once again, making Lydia unable to keep her eyes open and nearly fell over.

She was steadied by Edgar, and felt herself embraced in his arms, and heard the curses and damning words of the bogey beast as it was swept up by the wind and blown away out of sight.

When she was allowed to lift up her head, she was able to see a faint glimpse of the blue sky.

The storage room’s ceiling had been broken through. The wind swirled around the fog carrying further up into the vast skies.

She saw a faint glimpse of a pair of sky-colored winds that were as thin and transparent as the air. 

“Sylph…..” whispered Lydia.

Once the forerunner that was trapped inside the can, burst out into the skies, a swarm of the wind fairies, Sylphs came in huge numbers.

It was the coming of the spring winds.

They joined to become a blasting squall and blasted down from the upper skies across the top of the river waters that sat next to the city at once.

Feeling the heavy roll and sway but sensing that they were being protected by the sylphs, Lydia felt like she was inside a plesant cradle.

When the last of the fogman’s presence was dispersed by the wind, the wind fairies kept going and flew away into the far skies.

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“Edgar, we’re all right, now! We managed to escape from being swallowed up by the fogman!”

Her heart was filled with the relief and happiness of coming back to this world from the darkness inside the fogman that made Lydia let out an overjoyed shrill.

“Yes, it looks like it.”

Edgar was safely here.

I’m so glad I didn’t leave him alone.

Even if it was reckless or a hit-or-miss thing to do, she optimistically thought that when you had the feeling of wanting to help another, the miraculous power of the fairies would bless you.

It was Edgar’s arms that were steadying Lydia who nearly slumped to the floor from relief.

She realized that she had been grabbing ahold of him all this time, but even if his hand touched her cheek, she didn’t feel any danger that would normally make her think she had to escape.

Perhaps, it was because he was unusually smiling at her with a peaceful look.

When the sunlight shined through, she gazed up close at his golden hair that was sparkling like pure solid gold and then her eyes were captured by his heart-melting, lascivious ash mauve eyes.

This distance and atmosphere seems, a little, dangerous. 

Even though she thought that, she couldn’t even hit him, but let him raise her head up as his fingers on her cheek guided her.

No, no, it’s all right, Raven had said that Edgar wasn’t that kind of person.

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But. 

End