I sighed deeply as I watched Isabella surrounded by a flurry of rapacious wind blades.
I hadn't assumed such a possibility.
"You aren't going to go looking for him like that, right?"
"Huh?"
Judging by the look on her face, my assumption seems to be correct.
Man, did she really thought of going on a journey to find him with nails broken and the soles of her feet bleeding?
Holding back a sigh, I pointed my forefinger at the stairs to the second floor.
"You have seen my teammates, right? Go up and say my name and get yourself healed by a nun named Ophelia. I'll go and get the surplus equipment we have to spare."
"What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do? Aren't you going to find Mars? I'm not letting myself let you go to find death. Go, get yourself healed."
Isabella narrowed her gaze.
"…for real, what are you up to? Up until now, you have been very resolute on separating me and Mars, but now you're helping me find him?"
