"Isn't that Rohan?"
At Noah’s words, Ichinose’s senses spread outward like ripples.
With her eyes closed, she extended her aura and precisely located the target.
Rohan was definitely there.
And beside him are two people who seem familiar.
The swift-footed girl, Clara, and the elf girl who had once pleaded for help, claiming to be the last of the Testarossa bloodline.
‘Huh?’
