Maou shot a glare at Urushihara, though it lacked serious heat. He was right, and Maou knew it. It was his fault they got lost, and he accepted that responsibility.

"Yeah," he grumbled. "That was my bad. But we're up here now."

Of course, accepting that didn't mean he had to be happy about this disaster of an excursion. Maou levitated after his general, catching up shortly. He gave Urushihara more than enough space, and not just for his wingspan. Whether it was for Urushihara's sake or for his own irritation, he wasn't quite sure.