In the evening, Ethan and the others boarded the airship bound for the Imperial Capital. Accompanying him were two grand protectors, one in white and one in black. On a brighter note, the mental state of the brave young man seemed to have improved. Although he still believed himself to be the Holy Mage of the Silver Radiance Empire, at least he no longer spoke with the mannerisms of an Imperial Capital noble lady.
Due to the city lockdown order, there were few passengers on the airship. Besides stowaways like them, the only ones able to board during such sensitive times were nobility with strong connections or wealthy merchants.
After nightfall, the deck became bustling with activity. For them, leaving the oppressive city of Gear City was a joyous occasion worth celebrating. They had no intention of returning to that cursed place until the police found and brought to justice the Demon King supporters who were currently unaccounted for.
