Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 6 (section)

===Part 5===

The cart took off with the two of them onboard.

Traveling to Westminster Cathedral required returning to the vicinity of Scotland Yard.

They raced down Whitehall and turned right in front of the Houses of Parliament. The wheels cried out along the pavement and the whip struck the horse. The cart began to tilt, but it shook and tilted back.

The cart shot down a long stretch of Victoria Street. Continuing this way would take them to Scotland Yard in five minutes. Another two minutes and they would reach Westminster Cathedral.

At their pace, that would be shortened a little.

They moved quickly.

Klausl drove from the front seat. She was new to this, but she gave it her all.

“You can be pretty reckless when you need to be,” shouted Amon as the wind whipped at his jacket and carried his voice behind them.

“Sorry,” replied Klausl without looking over.

Amon glanced at her.

“I don’t mind. In fact, pick up the pace if you can.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

“What?”

“Um… I was talking about before…when I hit you.”

Her voice grew weaker toward the end and Amon rubbed his slapped cheek.

“That hurt.”

Even after hearing his blunt comment, she continued facing forward.

“But that was your fault, Amon.”

“Why?”

“You were speaking to me, but you suddenly mentioned another woman. I couldn’t help myself.”

She tensed her shoulders uncomfortably and Amon frowned.

“''That’s'' why I was slapped?”

“S-sorry. But… But it’s an important issue, so…”

Watching her as she trailed off, Amon frowned and sank down in his seat.

“Well, whatever. At least the arm I healed is working.”

“Eh?”

“You don’t remember which hand you slapped me with?”

“Oh, um, the arm you healed is doing great. Really. Look.”

“Don’t swing the reins around!”

The headless Nightmares directly responded to the movement of the reins. They nearly veered over into the opposing lane, but Amon got them back under control. They returned to the proper lane without dropping in speed.

“That was close.”

He turned around to make sure they had not left any confusion behind and then handed the reins back to Klausl.

“Oh, thank you very much. Also, um, well…”

“There’s more?”

“When you healed me…um, I’m not sure how to put this… Did you see?”

“What?”

“Well, what I mean is… How was I?”

“W-wait just a minute!”

At that moment, the cart hit a stone and bounced up. The wooden boxes in the back clattered together as the cart landed.

Amon had been trying to say something, but he must have bit his tongue because he covered his mouth with a hand.

“~!”

Meanwhile, Klausl continued facing forward and ignored Amon’s groan of pain.

“That was the first time I let someone other than my father see my body.”

“Y-y’know!”

“Eh?”

When Klausl turned toward Amon, her cheeks were flushed.

“!”

Amon was dumbfounded and Klausl continued to blush.

“Is something the matter?”

“Your face is red.”

“Eh? Oh, yes. I don’t know why. This never happened before no matter how embarrassed I got, but it suddenly happened just now. …How strange. I wonder why.”

A Sein Frau would grow as soon as she felt the need for that ability.

So what did it mean if she blushed?

“…”

When the answer came to Amon, he placed a hand on her head.

“Watch the road. The heat in your face is…from a cold. Yeah, a cold.”

“But…”

“Shut up. A cold is the beginning of all illnesses.”

After that strange comment, he focused on the road ahead and sighed. He was on his way to a battle, but his body was not at all tense.

As if to scold him for that, a blade-like presence suddenly stabbed into him.

This was murderous intent.

“Mh!?”

The murderous intent belonged to someone standing in the center of Victoria Street. She wore a white dress, her black hair fluttered in the wind, and she stood there as if to stop the cart.

“Miss Moyla!?”

“It doesn’t matter! Drive right into her!”

Amon jumped from the front seat to the back of the cart. He snapped his suspenders as he shouted toward the rapidly approaching witch.

“Come on! I’ll take you on!”

His roaring voice was filled with strength.

They were less than three minutes to Westminster Cathedral and it was just under ten minutes until midnight when Ralf had said heaven would be brought down.