"Thanks to your reminder, I thought of a good idea."
"A good idea? Are you talking nonsense?"
Veronica was momentarily stunned, but suddenly felt weightless, as if soaring through clouds. She turned back uneasily, only to see Brand leap forward, like a bird, toward the abyss.
The noble daughter opened her mouth wide—unable to utter a sound, she only felt she had never been so thrilled in her life, her heart pounding in her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah—"
The prolonged scream slid into the valley like a meteor, and Veronica felt the wind rushing her face, tears streaming—no, flying out.
She felt she was about to die, going to die, in any case, the next moment she was going to die.
But Brand was not courting death. He suddenly drew the longsword from the scabbard and thrust it into the cliff face with a reverse grip—a sharp screech, as the Green Sky sank up to its hilt into the cliff, drawing a bright golden spark through the rock layer.
