"Get down, uncle," I said. "My neck hurts."
Jones' expression immediately turned colder as he looked down at me.
I gave a quick glance around me; the place was already a mess with a lot of things broken.
'Urgh, whatever.'
I sighed, looking back at Elijah.
"Get back."
He quickly turned to look at me as an enormous barrier made of mana started forming between us.
"H-Himmel! Hey!"
Ignoring the boy, I started to walk towards the fallen still floating in the sky.
"Can we talk?" I asked, looking at him.
Finally, Jones let his wings slowly lower himself until he gently landed on the ground.
His grey eyes never leaving me.
I made two chairs of mana for both of us to sit.
"Please," I said, groaning a little while I took my seat.
His smile slowly returned as he took his seat as well.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, looking at me. "Surely it should be important, right?"
"Of course." I leaned back into the chair. "I want to know why."
