Arc 4, Chapter 200 — Britannia, Here We Come!
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They say Destiny is often a woman in a red dress waving at one seductively.
What Destiny did this First mission for Levon and his group hold?... Well… it seemed that only time would tell…
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Outside the Airport, Notchra lowered his glasses as he stared at all 5 who were lazily waiting for him, their expressions as if they had no care in the world for anything.
"My, my…. It's good that you all are smart enough to figure out where to go and where not to." A dark light flickered through Notchra's eyes. Honestly, if he came out and didn't meet them, or found out they had stayed on the plane that was now way up in the skies… let's just say that his so-called friendly demeanor would peel off in an instant.
