Leon blinked at Myra, confused.
"Hm? What? You can help? How exactly?"
Myra straightened her posture a little and placed her hand on her chest with a calm expression.
"I possess a physical amplification spell," she said. "I can run faster than any normal human can."
'A skill? What a liar,' Leon thought dryly.
He knew damn well that wasn't a spell. That was, in reality, her Sanguine trait.
But he didn't call her out; he just played along.
"That's good and all, but only you have that spell, while I don't. How are we both supposed to arrive on time then?"
Myra smiled at him, and that smile was a little too confident.
"Leave that to me, young master."
Leon raised a brow.
"That doesn't sound reassuring."
Leon was ready to climb on her back. A little pathetic, but yeah, that's the only option he had in hand.
Before he could question her further, Myra stepped closer, resting one hand on his shoulder.
"What are you—Huh?"
