C84 You Are My Saviour?

When the black-haired man flew across the sky, Roya looked up and felt the fear of missing the bus.

Although Roya did not know the black-haired man who wore old-fashioned noble clothing, he could guess from the blonde girl in his arms. It was most likely his own slutty old ancestor, but it was a pity. Ponte's old driver's car didn't have his seat