The purple-striped griffin that was flying at supersonic speed had left the Dragon Islands miles behind him in a flash.
Mag carried Elizabeth horizontally and felt the ball of softness at his chest. As he silently cursed this icy beauty for maturing overly perfectly, he was also silently controlling himself.
He did not want to take advantage of the lady, but Elizabeth looked as though she could die any moment, and even if Mag wanted to put her down, he was worried that if she were to fall from the height of a few thousand meters, she might end up as a lump of flesh and blood just like that Fiery Pig.
Elizabeth's mind was blank at this moment. She had never had any physical contact with a man before. Now, she was carried in a man's embrace, and this man was actually the enemy that she had spent several years thinking of defeating.
