Hajime only saw Aiko as a teacher and not a “woman” however, as expected, when such an expression is being shown, [Are~? Isn’t something about this different? Is it possibly, that kind?], he managed to understand Aiko’s feelings and his cheek cramped up.
This was dangerous in various ways, Hajime immediately adverted his eyes and Teio voiced out a word of caution.
“Master. There’s a person. He clearly doesn’t seem to be ordinary…..”
[What was that?]
It couldn’t be, its surprising that anyone could have survived that kind of explosion, Hajime looked in the direction that Teio was looking, there was definitely a man with a bald head and wearing white vestments descending, Hajime and them stared directly at him. However, as Teio said, he definitely wasn’t an ordinary person. That was because his body was transparent and he was swinging waveringly.
Did the man with the bald head guess that Hajime and them had recognized him, he turned around and started heading back, he was moving as if gravity didn’t exist and slipped and slid to the other side of the mountain rubble. And he turned around just before he disappeared to glance over at Hajime and them.
[......Is he trying to tell us to follow?]
“Probably. What should we do, master”
[......That’s right, although I want to quickly meet up with Yue and them…...to begin with, we came here to look for the Age of Gods magic. It’s possible that this is somehow related to that. We can’t afford to miss clues]
“Fumu, That’s right. Well then, lets chase after him”
With Hajime’s words, Teio nods once and flaps her wings to land on the ruins, after unloading Hajime and Aiko, she reverted back to human form. And she noticed the dirt on her back, with lowered eyebrows, she took out new clothes from the “Treasure Warehouse”. Hajime also noticed his state and pulled out some extra clothes from the “Treasure Warehouse” and finished changing quickly.
[A~u, s, sorry…..I’ve made you dirty]
The cause was Aiko, she apologized and her small frame became even smaller with shame. As a woman, it’s unbearably shameful to have vomited on another person’s clothes.