"What? So it's true," someone muttered.
"No way! This means… we are in real danger."
"Oh no, goddess…"
Adelia saw everyone panicking.
"Oh my sweet lovely goddess, please save me."
Between the noise, she heard a weird kind of praying. The voice was oddly familiar. She looked in Amon's direction with a deadpan look.
Amon was sitting there with his hands clasped, expression worried.
She sighed.
"Listen everyone, don't panic. I and the other
professors will protect you all, so don't worry. For now, all of you stay here and don't come outside. Keep your weapons ready to fight anytime if needed. We will be outside the airship, protecting it while our staff tries to mend it."
Everyone remained silent and listened to her.
Adelia left the cabin. As she stepped outside the airship.
"What do you think? What's happening? Do you think these are the same people who attacked us during dungeon practice?" Amon asked.
Everyone looked at him grimly.
