"Wait a minute!"

What's wrong now? Why are there so many things going on?

Hera turned her head and saw a disheveled, hunched-over girl standing weakly at the carriage door.

Her gaze was somewhat vacant, her head was down, and she kept picking at her hands.

Who is speaking?

Hera glanced around but didn't see anyone else.

But how could this girl in front of him, who seemed even more withdrawn than Aikaren, possibly utter that sweet voice?

Hera glanced at the girl again; the girl was still picking at her hands with her head down.

Hera stopped thinking about it and stepped on the gas again.

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going? I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?!"

The call came again, this time with a distinct hint of anger.

Hera was a little confused. She turned her head and looked around carefully, but she couldn't see anyone except the girl.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you!"

The voice came from around the girl, but the girl kept her mouth tightly shut and did not say a word.

It was as if a girl of similar age to him was standing around her, hands on her hips, impatiently scolding Hera.

"What are you doing?"

Hera roughly figured it out; this might be the other party's special ability, which was to ask you, a young girl, so casually.

"Did you just transform?" The voice was noticeably gentler.

Hera floored the accelerator, and the car shot off like a bullet.

Only the girl and the strange voice were left standing there, stunned and inhaling the exhaust fumes.