High above the deserted streets, Orion and Andromeda, having recently left the hotel, intended to search elsewhere for traces of a Magical Girl.
Activating the flight modes of their battle armor, the two were currently searching the airspace.
Glancing at the detector strapped to his arm, Andromeda could not help but knit his handsome brows, murmuring to himself, "Strange. Ever since we left that hotel, we haven't detected any more high-concentration magic essence reactions."
Chapter 102