Fufufu, the fake and her useless Heroes watch us leave with dark expressions.
The faker extends her hand towards me.
“Naofumi-sama——–!” (Raphtalia)
I have nothing to offer to a fake.
If I have time to look at that piece of garbage, I’d spend it looking for the real one.
Following my orders, the Castle Plant sets out over the ocean. No one can follow us anymore.