His mind was immediately fixated on those fluttering strands of hair. The moment he saw them, Eugene threw himself down the stairs without hesitation. Gargith was following behind him, and he let out a startled cry, but the sound of his voice couldn’t reach Eugene’s ears.

The square below was packed with people, but Eugene rushed into the crowd without caring. He made his way forward by pushing aside the people who got in his way and diving through the gaps.

There was no way that Eugene had made a mistake. He would recognize that unique hair color even if he was forced to pick it out from hundreds or thousands of people. A seemingly-unnatural brightly colored purple — that color was created by Sienna’s vast amounts of mana spreading through her hair.

‘It’s Sienna,’ Eugene realized.

Could it be a hallucination? No, there was no way. 

Eugene swung his head from side to side as he dove into the crowd. 

In a place like this, and under such circumstances, there was no way that he could have been mistaken.

When Eugene...