Golden hair at her temples fluttered in the wind, as if someone had lifted it with their hand.
Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly reached out to grab at something beside her, but the cool breeze dissipated from her fingertips; she found nothing.
The lifted hair at her temples gently fell back into place.
At the same time, Aozawa replied to her message.
"I'm resting at the secret base. Do you need anything?"
Looking at this message, Phoenix Academy Maggie touched the hair by her right ear, a hint of confusion on her delicate, doll-like face.
Could the wind just now have been a coincidence?
She looked up at the electric fan and sighed softly.
The timing of Aozawa's reply clearly showed that he had responded immediately after reading, with no delay.
If there really was a person formed by wind, and it was Aozawa, it would be impossible for him to send a message at the same time as lifting my hair.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to see if you were still alive."
