Editing City Series:Volume6c Chapter3 (section)

===Part 2===

It came from behind them, so Lowenzahn turned her head to look. Schweitzer did the same.

Shortly thereafter, the color black fluttered as it came up alongside them on the right.

It was a green motorcycle with a sidecar. It was driven by…

“Berger!?”

Only after Schweitzer’s shout did Berger turn toward them.

He viewed Schweitzer’s face through his sunglasses and immediately accelerated.

“Yikes, there’s some weirdo out here!”

The motorcycle used its acceleration to pull out ahead of the car.

Schweitzer pursued it without thinking and Lowenzahn grabbed his hand.

“After them, after them! The Messiah was onboard! Argh, why don’t I have any Ton bullets with me!?”

Long blonde hair fluttered back behind the sidecar. That formed a stark contrast with the black of the coat fluttering behind the motorcycle itself, but it also seemed to blend into the surrounding greenery.

Schweitzer started to shift gears but stopped.

“Why aren’t you hurrying after him?” asked Lowenzahn when she noticed. “He called you a weirdo.”

“Conflict is forbidden in Borderson’s Village of Pardons. You know why Alfred declined to accompany us, don’t you?”

“Yes… He said he wasn’t sure he could control himself in a village full of Heidengeists. I thought that was just an excuse to avoid attending that Eryngium woman’s wedding, but was he serious?”

Schweitzer nodded. And he viewed the black and gold up ahead.

“We might should prepare ourselves for what is to come.” Without even looking, he removed the mic from the radio next to the wheel and handed it to Lowenzahn. “It is true the prophecy might be fulfilled today. If so, we will require more than just Lady Jeanne down there as well as some Ton bullets. Requesting that will mean-”

“You’re asking me to go public with my position? You want me to use my name to put together a Messiah capture team and position them around Borderson?”

Lowenzahn smiled and lifted her hips from her seat.

With the mic in hand, she stood up and placed her elbow on the windshield.

Her long braid danced in the wind behind her and she narrowed her eyes while switching on the mic.

Just then, there was movement in the BMW sidecar leading them by a distance of about 15 yards.

It was Hazel. She had her back to them, but she suddenly raised both arms.

“Hm!? But we’re in Borderson!”

Schweitzer immediately responded by stopping the car. He used Der Held to grab the hip of Lowenzahn’s suit and lowered her safely into her seat.

“Hey, that’s my butt!”

“We have bigger problems!”

His rebuke led her to notice the situation, so she ducked her head down.

But as she watched, Hazel kept her arms raised while Berger pushed her head down and lowered her arms.

It looked like the two of them were arguing about something as they drove away.

In the parked car’s passenger seat, Lowenzahn finally stretched her arms up to mimic Hazel.

“Was she yawning?”

Her question led Schweitzer to collapse limply onto the steering wheel. He breathed a sigh of relief and exasperation toward the car’s floor.

“Was our Messiah sleeping on this bumpy mountain road?”

“Probably so.” Lowenzahn pulled the reclining lever to tilt her seat all the way back and muttered calmly up into the blue sky. “Two years can make a lot of difference.”