Whish—
Ronald was whirled through the air by the tentacle for several minutes.
Meanwhile, Catherine, who was in a similar predicament, suddenly made her move.
A strong magic fluctuation emerged around her, and then, the flight of the tentacle abruptly stopped as an invisible force dragged them to the ground.
Upon reaching the ground, the three of them each had their own way of landing.
Once they had steadied themselves, Catherine began explaining without anyone asking:
"I have used a spell to predict, and this is the most suitable landing spot."
"Any further or closer would have made trouble bigger."
Although it was their first official meeting, Bapulor showed no signs of being an outsider, following Catherine's explanation, he continued to ask:
"We can keep running for a while now, isn't there a place with absolutely no trouble?"
"..."
"Nice thought, but such a place does not exist."
Catherine raised her eyebrows, then turned her head and tossed a smile Ronald's way:
