Fuzzsir's silence lasted all the way until the plane touched down.
Before it had even come to a complete stop, he bolted out.
Without so much as a word to Nova, he seized an off-road vehicle under the astonished gazes of those around him and sped straight toward Morning Star headquarters.
Watching this unfold, Nova shook her head slightly.
"Fuzzsir isn't just unworthy of comparison to Luca—he's not even qualified to be compared to Donlow. He is far too reckless."
Nova was thoroughly disappointed in Fuzzsir.
She had once thought that, as the strongest under Drumph's command, Fuzzsir would surely prove of great value.
Who would have expected him to be so impulsive?
"Are you Lady Nova? Lord Drumph ordered me to escort you."
Just as Nova was reflecting inwardly on Fuzzsir's shortcomings, a clear, crisp voice called out to her.
Turning toward the source of the voice, Nova saw a young woman of about twenty.
