Under the scorching high noon sun, a manatech jeepney equipped with wheels designed to function even on extreme terrains like steep mountains burst forth, occasionally lifting into the air before landing smoothly under the driver's skillful control.
"W-WHAT THE HELL!!! BROTHER, PLEASE SLOW DOWN!!" Hal screamed at the top of his lungs, fuming at the driver.
How could the bastard have obtained a driving license?!
Hal was scared for his life in the first twenty minutes, despairing from time to time due to certain moments when he felt that they were about to crash at full speed.
Isolde didn't talk either, enjoying his reactions in silence while staring out into the distance.
Only when Hal got used to the rough ride and had fallen silent did the headmistress turn to look at him.
"So, are you finally ready to listen?" asked Isolde with a hint of amusement.
Hal naturally felt embarrassed at his earlier overreactions, clearing his throat with a slight blush before replying:
