Within thirty minutes, Viktor drove Ambrose to the Aurelia city port.
The Guide squinted at the sun rays and the huge ships docked already. Most belonged to a few other top Guilds in the city. But the Glacier Talon ship stood out like a diamond among rocks.
"How many people were called from your Guild?" Ambrose grew curious as he and Viktor walked toward the ship.
The Esper angled his head to him. "Twenty-one… your presence will make it twenty-two."
Ambrose couldn't hide his surprise. "Twenty-one?"
"Yes." Viktor nodded. "Ten A Rank Espers. Five S-Ranks which include me. Four A-Rank Guides. And one S-rank Guide."
Other than the casual mention of an S-Rank Guide, something else caught Ambrose's attention. There were only twenty people listed.
"Who's the other person?"
No sooner had he said that than a voice cracked from the ship, sharp and curious. "Viktor darling. Who's that Guide wearing the Phoenix Flight uniform?"
