Published: August 15, 2025
Beyond the wide-open window, the night sky framed the Celestial Horse in flight and Charlotte’s white dress glowing against the darkness. Watching their figures grow smaller and smaller, I opened my eyes wide in shock.
In an instant, my whole body was flooded with anger, and mana surged through me. Though my body felt as hot as if boiling, there was a strange sensation of my mind being ice-cold at its core — a feeling I recognized well.
“Charlotte!”
The intimidation was too far away to take effect; our gazes didn’t meet, and it was useless. Fueled by anger, I immediately sat back in my seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly. With a fierce push, I poured a surge of mana into the wheel.
…Unforgivable! Whoever dares snatch away my precious little sister—no matter who forgives them, I never will!
“Wait, my lord!”
“Lady Rosemine! I will accompany you—pardon me!”
The voice of the high priest echoed from Angelica’s demonic sword Steinluk, making me flinch involuntarily. The moment after, there was an impact on the roof, and the single-seater mini bus rocked sharply.
Angelica’s hands grasped both sides of the windows, revealing that she had leapt onto the mini bus’s roof and clung tightly to it. Taken aback by Angelica’s unexpected action, I instinctively widened my eyes.
“Angelica, that’s dangerous!”
“I’m saving mana by not summoning a mount. We’ll continue like this! Hurry!”
Angelica shouted sharply, warning that they might escape. I nodded once and immediately pressed the accelerator to the max. The mini bus took off with force, dashing toward the window.
“Don’t be reckless, both of you!”
I heard Brother Cornelius’s voice shouting from behind as he chased us, but it was too late. The mini bus, powered by my rage-filled mana, darted into the night sky, aiming for the shrinking white mount and Charlotte to rescue her.
In the clear winter night sky, the mini bus sped straight ahead with Angelica clinging to its roof. Thanks to the bright moonlight, the target—the mount and Charlotte—glowed white, making it impossible to lose sight of them.
“Return Charlotte!”
“Sister!?”
Inside the arms clad in black, Charlotte spotted our mini bus and reached out desperately toward me. Her face was frozen with fear, her indigo eyes reddened and wet with tears.
…I will never forgive anyone who makes sweet Charlotte cry.
I had to take that outstretched hand. I would absolutely save my sister. Glaring fiercely at the kidnapper dressed in black, I poured even more mana into the mini bus.
The kidnapper, squinting mockingly at Charlotte’s cries for help, glanced back—then his eyes widened in shock.
“W-what, it can fly!? How can a Grun knockoff without wings do that!?”
The panicked voice belonged to a man. Though only his eyes were visible, the usual smugness and sneer from the kidnapping had vanished, replaced by shock and anxiety.
It seemed this man didn’t know my mini bus could fly just like a normal mount. Perhaps he had only seen it used inside the castle for transportation or heard about it from the castle’s officials. Whatever the case, he had little connection with the attendants at the North Wing.
Fueled by anger, I charged the mini bus straight at the man who was yelling in shock.
“I will never forgive you!”
“Big sister, help me!”
The man tried to speed up his mount to escape, but I accelerated the mini bus even faster. The gap between us rapidly closed. His eyes, flicking back repeatedly to check my position, filled with desperation, panic, and fear.
After several glances back and forth between me and Charlotte, the man hugged Charlotte tightly, then suddenly hurled her into the air. He immediately fled forcefully in the opposite direction.
Charlotte’s white dress fluttered softly in the air as she was thrown, her indigo eyes wide with shock. Having been thrown into the air several times myself, I knew the weightlessness, fragility, and fear that came with it.
“Charlotte!”
I immediately steered toward her. Rescuing Charlotte was the top priority. The one dressed in black might escape, but that didn’t matter. Catching him was the knights’ job.