"Holy shit, what was that?!"
Phield immediately felt for his heart, then patted his head. Only after confirming that he was still alive did he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"It's a tracking skill." Having acquired far more knowledge about Divine Chosen, Rosalia instantly recognized what had happened. "We've been exposed."
"We need to leave. We're too close to the city gate. If a fierce battle breaks out, we'll be easily surrounded."
The moment she finished speaking, Phield leapt onto his warhorse and immediately galloped in the opposite direction.
"Wait for me, you pest~"
Ophelia huffed and puffed as she ran after them, her body bouncing with every step. If Rosalia hadn't hidden herself inside the greatsword and traveled with Phield, she would probably have fallen behind as well.
"Huh? Little Fat Dragon, you're a snail too?"
