�Somehow, I have to meet Miro now.�I�m going to cast a fire pit here.�

If time was perceived differently, the coordinates of Anchal and Sirone would diverge, so there was no reason to be here.

�good.�Then I�ll go to the engine room.�Check it out and come find me.�

When Sirone, who even confirmed that Anchal was leaving the warehouse, cast a fire on the statue of Buddha, the surrounding scenery began to flicker.

�Huh uh uh uh!�

The whole record of 2 hours and 48 minutes, which is completely different from the existing time of Buddha statue bombing, was flooded.

The sense of the past, present, and future rushing into two dimensions was grotesque, as if looking at the world through a psychedelic lens.

�Big!�

In the midst of the violence of information, Sirone desperately recognized the time Miro was here.

�Aaaaaaa!�

As soon as the statue of Buddha statue disappeared, my head felt like it would break.

<event coordinates>

Time: 1 hour 32 minutes.

Space: Warehouse #13 in Estas.

�Who are you?�

Miro, who was holding the child, turned her back away from the wall.

�Mr. Miro?�

Hurrying to her senses, Sirone flinched and stopped.

The 2nd team of the Mars unit that had pursued her a moment ago were horribly slashed and scattered on the warehouse floor.

�The battle is over.�

�Who are you asking?�If it is Mars, it kills.�

Sirone hurriedly pulled back the hood.

�no!�I am a magic school student!�

It was the best answer to reassure Maze.

�student?�Didn�t you go out?�

If you�re a student at the Supernatural Psychic Research Society, there�s a good chance that Guffin was in before cutting the timeline.

�I feel sorry for you.�It�s a pity, but organize your life.�You can�t get out of here.�

Miro, relaxed, sat down again with his back against the wall.

Sirone approached, looking at the child still asleep with a peaceful face in her arms.

�no.�I�m here to see Mr. Miro.� JrNovels.com