I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

"So you can praise others so directly?" Lamaren paused slightly in her hand holding the bone pen, her gaze shifting towards her.

“Otherwise, what kind of person do you think I am?” Gerald retorted.

She rested her chin on her bone pen, thought for a moment, and then said, "You like to make people make choices, you like to give advice, and I don't know why you like to fight... But you are very convincing, and you make people unconsciously believe in the future you describe, because you like to let your actions speak for themselves."

Gerald did not answer immediately, but turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the scenery outside the window.

The scenery of the valley outside the window is tranquil and profound, with branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze.

“I spent some time with you in a dream... in the valley, although I was unconscious most of the time.”

He pressed his fingers against the edge of the windowsill, trying to wipe away some dust, but no dust remained on his hand: "But that doesn't mean that your impression of me can completely overlap with mine. Sometimes looking at others with excessive expectations is a cruel thing for both of us."

A hint of gentleness flashed across the Queen of the Succubi's eyes, and her tone softened as she spoke: "Do you think I would be disappointed in you?"

“Not really,” Gerald replied with a smile. “I think it’s fine this way. As we get to know each other better, we can discover different sides of each other and new strengths, and we can find some surprises in each other. After all, I’m always confident in myself.”

"Will you be disappointed in me?"

Lamaren leaned against the wall, lightly tapping the bone pen in her hand, and jingled the bottles and jars on the table into her bag one by one: "Because I don't have your confidence."

"not sure."

This was not the answer Ramalle had hoped for, but Gerald quickly added, "But you see, the war has made me who I am today. If it were decades ago, I would never have imagined that I could cut off someone's head without batting an eye. I would only be thinking about not being eliminated by others."

“The same principle applies to you, Lamaren,” he continued. “Nothing is immutable. A hammer and an ingot will gradually adapt to each other’s shape through collisions. I will adapt to life with you in it, and you will slowly get to know what kind of person I really am. That’s the meaning of our encounter.”

The Banshee Queen blinked: "But I already like you a lot now. I can't imagine what it would feel like to like you even more."

"Then just wait and see."

Pegasus shrugged and gave a helpless smile: "This is just the beginning, our story has only just started, Ramalen."

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Although these conversations were indeed very compelling and allowed Nasti to witness a rare scene between two powerful individuals.

But she didn't want to see this scene, and she even regretted coming here today.

Once those two realize there's a third person in this space... will she be killed on the spot? The charge is eavesdropping on things she shouldn't have heard... What should she do? Should she disguise herself as a dummy to avoid attracting attention?

"Be careful, I'm taking the house, Nastya."

The voice of the Banshee Queen reached her ears, startling her so much that she trembled. When she finally snapped out of her daze, she realized that Ramalien had grabbed her arm.

Nasti's gaze swept around the room, which had been full of objects just moments before, but was now completely empty. The containers filled with herbs that had been placed against the walls had vanished without a trace. Even the incantations wrapped around the rafters had quietly disappeared.

The bare floor was exposed to the air, its wood grain smooth yet cold, as if it had never borne any weight.

"Don't scare them on purpose." Pegasus's voice came from the other side. "We're about to float away, get ready."

In the next instant, Nasti's body was once again swept up by the wind, floating lightly in the air. At the same time, the Banshee Queen's incantation quietly enveloped the entire house.

The wooden planks on the wall, and the previously hidden connections in the structural gaps, began to disintegrate in the soft light. The wooden materials, as if imbued with life, detached from their original positions and, accompanied by slight vibrations and whispered incantations, slowly floated around them.

With the light no longer obstructed by the walls, it filtered through the parts and fell dappledly on each of their faces. At this moment, every piece of wood, stone, and even nail was neatly arranged in the air. The once tightly fitted parts now floated gently, forming a disassembled three-dimensional picture.

Nasti instinctively reached out to touch the floating pieces of wood, but was gently pushed away by the power of the incantation as if she had been electrocuted.

“I don’t recommend touching these things.” Gerald took a few steps through the air to Nastya’s side and pressed down on her outstretched right hand. “You’ll cut your hand.”

The next second, the wind suddenly picked up.

The howling wind lifted up the debris of the entire house and carried it high into the sky.

"Wait a moment--"

Then, in the next instant, the three of them climbed upwards together, following the surrounding debris—a scene reminiscent of a spacecraft disintegrating and scattering in mid-air in their previous life.

The difference is that they are now fighting against gravity.

Gerald stood in the eye of the wind, his silver hair billowing in the breeze, his gaze fixed intently upwards. He subtly raised his fingers, manipulating the airflow to push nearby debris higher, preventing it from colliding with him. Occasionally, a piece of wood would graz his arm as it flew by, and he would slowly step back half a step to avoid its sharp edge.

Lamaren, on the other hand, appeared much more composed. Her long hair and hem fluttered in the wind. She held a bone pen tightly in one hand, while the other hand hung down naturally, casually linking its arm with that of a certain Pegasus.

Nasti is the most pitiful—no, perhaps judging from the excitement on her face right now, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's the happiest.

This was her first time experiencing flying in the air like this.

Soon, the Banshee Queen's curse was activated again.

The disassembled materials began to slowly reassemble in mid-air. Each plank fell precisely into its original position as if guided by invisible threads, and each nail was embedded at a perfect angle between the wood. As the light flowed, the originally scattered house structure gradually reverted to its original form.

When the outline of the house was fully formed, the wind gradually subsided.

They will eventually be able to set foot in the sky.

……

The houses, hovering steadily in the air, are still quite a distance from the sea of ​​clouds above.

According to Gerald's explanation, the higher you go, the higher the concentration of Originium in the atmosphere becomes, making it unsuitable for people to settle down. Nastie memorized this information, which would definitely be one of the problems she would have to try to overcome later.

However, the beautiful scenery before us is enough to refute any argument.

On the distant horizon, mountains loomed in and out of sight, like isolated islands floating in a sea of ​​clouds. The outlines of each peak were clearly defined by the golden afterglow, and the mist in the mountains swirled in the light and shadow.

The rolling clouds were so close to them, swaying gently in the wind like soft feathers, sometimes gathering into shape, sometimes dispersing like smoke.

Nasti stood at the edge of the house, her gaze fixed on the breathtaking scene, her heart filled with a thousand words yet she remained silent.

I imagine any Sarkaz, upon seeing this scene, would want to contribute to her dream.

But reality still confronted her; this beautiful view could not last.

"Are you alright?" Ramalen's gaze lingered on the distant scenery for a second before quickly returning to Gerald's current expression. "Do you need to rest for a while?"

Gerald shook his head, then touched the cloth on his shoulder. After thinking for a moment, he said to Nasti, "It's best not to go for more than half an hour, otherwise I can't guarantee that we'll be as safe as we were when we go down."

"It doesn't matter, that's enough."

The little succubus tiptoed and looked up at the higher clouds and the sky that was faintly visible through them.

Having come up here once, she has already identified all the possible problems. What she needs to do next is to continue learning, find solutions to all the problems, and then discover even more problems.

A dream that is ethereal and elusive can be touched.

She had never had such a clear understanding before.

“One day,” Nasti said softly, “all the Sarkaz will be able to see this view.”

Chapter Fifty-Six: Looking down at the neon lights in the city

The house slowly floated back to its original position from the air, much like a string of giant balloons hanging from the roof, gently lowering the entire structure. The gentle, steady winds around the house held the floating structure firmly in place, controlling every tiny sway.

Unlike the initial thrill of being swept into the air by the wind, the house was bathed in warm light, and outside the window lay a tranquil sky. Through the window, the entire valley gradually unfolded in the view.

Now they can sit leisurely by the window, watching the mountains and clouds gradually gather.

Nasti leaned against the windowsill, gazing intently at the scenery outside, lost in thought for a long time. Only when she suddenly realized she was blocking the only window in the room did she quickly move aside, bowing her head apologetically: "Ah...sorry, I was so engrossed in what I was looking at."

Nasti was aware that, as a member outside the royal court, her bloodline was not pure. Her interactions with the Queen of the Slugs were also superficial.

The process of having two powerful individuals, whom she would never normally have the opportunity to meet, personally help her fulfill her dream was something she could never have imagined in the past. At the very beginning, she only wanted to ask about her experience using Originium Arts.

"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it." After raising her head, the Pegasus in front of her waved gently at her. "I made a promise with Ramalen. She redeemed her and gave her to me, so this is the responsibility I should fulfill for you."

He then gave a thumbs-up in encouragement: "So watch and enjoy, just remember how much your Banshee Queen paid for this."

puff.

Behind Pegasus, Ramallen was secretly enjoying this rare moment of peace.

However, upon hearing Gerald's words, she suddenly couldn't hold back her smile, and it involuntarily slipped out.

Realizing her lapse in composure, she quickly coughed twice, trying to cover up her behavior, and said under the gazes of two oncoming eyes, "Yes, yes, please don't forget, Nastya, this is all thanks to me."

Nasti opened her mouth, but ultimately succumbed to the other's smiling and intimidating gaze.

How come she never realized before that the Queen of the Demons was actually this kind of person?

However, this actually calmed Nasti down a little.

The previous succubus queen always gave her a vague sense of alienation.

Even though she has a smile on her face, she always gives people the illusion that she is wearing a mask.

However, at this moment, Lamaren's smile appeared genuine and warm, a joy that came from the heart, making people feel relaxed and at ease like never before.

"Have you seen this scene before, Mr. Gerald?"

Nasti relaxed and turned her gaze back to the window. "Since you can make houses fly, you must have reached this height before. May I ask what you were thinking back then?"

Lamarle shared the same question—she had never actually heard Gerald mention anything about his past, and aside from recognizing his Pegasus lineage through his eyes and Originium Arts, she knew practically nothing about him. However, she was aware that he shared the same aura as her.

A soldier knows a soldier's thoughts best, let alone having personally fought against the other side.

"What you're thinking... is very ordinary. You can see the battlefield in the distance, identify directions, and detect movements, but you're also very easy to be discovered."

As expected, Gerald stated emotionlessly, "Although it is extremely physically demanding and can play a significant role on the macro battlefield, I usually don't have many opportunities to encounter such situations. Moreover, my attack methods basically require getting close to the target. Without the attack methods of a Scourge warlock, it's better to focus on increasing speed."

Snapped.

The Queen of the Siren patted Pegasus on the lower back: "They weren't asking you that."

“That’s because you don’t understand them,” Gerald retorted quickly, his tone crisp and decisive. “A kid who can come up with the idea of ​​building an air fortress must have done a comprehensive defense plan beforehand. Ground anti-aircraft guns, possible attack methods, all of these must be taken into account. If you spend a lot of effort designing a complete layout, but can only passively take a beating, then such a fortress is better not to be built at all.”

“That’s not the problem.”

Although this wasn't what Ramalen initially wanted to say, she clearly had her own convictions about it, and her voice rose slightly as a result.

"What we really need to consider is the effect of the concentration of Originium in the air on breathing. Not to mention the issues of altitude and elevation—you've mentioned those before. If we can use spells to hide the entire city like a valley, completely avoiding the enemy's sight, then why should we worry about the threat of air defenses?"

Gerald frowned slightly, his hand unconsciously resting on the window frame, his gaze falling on the distant valley: "Although I am not a Sarkaz, if we were to think about this from the Sarkaz's perspective—the issue of Originium concentration is indeed unavoidable."

"But from a practical point of view, the most effective way is to keep the flight altitude low, establish more air units for offense, and develop military capabilities. Then, relying on the mobility and altitude advantage of the air units, completely wipe out the attacking enemy and directly plunder resources to snowball the problem."

He paused briefly, then his tone became more decisive: "With only a technological advantage, choosing to retreat is a waste of time. This approach will cause us to miss a valuable opportunity, Lamaren."

Hesitation is a major taboo on the battlefield.

His ability to earn the deep respect of so many comrades, alongside his former teammates, was largely due to the accuracy and efficiency of his information delivery. This was not only crucial on the battlefield but also the cornerstone of the trust and understanding among the Silver Spear and Heavenly Horsemen. In the ever-changing environment of war, accurately and quickly delivering information to everyone who needed it often meant the hope of victory.

For the Cavaliers' nation, offense is the best defense, and the only defense.

Lamarle squinted and gently twirled the bone pen in her hand.

This person is like that again.

Suddenly, wisps of black mist appeared beside her, and the incantations that had been hidden in the house suddenly emerged.

However, in the sudden tense atmosphere.

Nasti raised her hand shakily.

"I... I didn't actually mean that. I just wanted to ask how you felt at the time..."

He is very clear.

If all she does now is interrupt, she'll at most be blamed.

But if we don't interrupt, who knows if these two will suddenly start fighting high in the sky.

That wouldn't just be bad luck... In the best-case scenario, she might be able to return to the surface with her body intact.

These two really change their emotions quickly.

"Feeling?"

The two exchanged a surprised glance, as if only then realizing that the woman in front of them was just a young banshee—she wasn't suited to talk about war; she only needed to focus on the present.

"I am not sure as well."

Gerald quietly recalled the moment he first touched the sky.

Even though he was already an adult back then, his Originium Arts couldn't sustain him floating in the air for very long. Unlike now, the cloth on his shoulder grants him astonishing endurance. And since today, this ability seems to have been further enhanced.

Being able to hold an entire house aloft for thirty minutes was beyond his previous imagination. He even vaguely felt that even the grandfather of the Lin Guang family—the once-renowned Cyril—was probably only at his current level.

However, even though he couldn't stay in the air for long, the sight he saw when he looked down at that moment was still deeply etched in his memory.

"...Nastya, do you find time terrifying?"

Pegasus snapped out of his daze and asked the little banshee a question: "Sometimes I think like this. Because sometimes, even though it doesn't feel like much time has passed, the clock has actually ticked countless times—that feeling of your senses being eroded unconsciously, and you're powerless to do anything about it."

"I think that's how I felt at the time."