"What's wrong? Still worried?" After everyone boarded the aircraft, Tilly walked up to Roland.

"You could tell?"

"You've been talking like it's a farewell for only a day. It would be strange if I didn't notice," she shrugged. "Are you doubting my skills, or Anna's abilities?"

Roland could only offer a wry smile to this dilemma.

The Seagull was extremely simple in structure. Apart from a few control sticks and corresponding control surfaces, it was basically a container for people. The prototype machine was not complicated at all. With Anna's craftsmanship, it would be difficult for anything to go wrong.

It had undergone several test flights after being built, and even simulated emergency landings. The results were all very satisfactory—not to mention Tilly's extremely powerful control ability, Wendy had also made great progress in coordination, and the air currents that always appeared in the right position kept the aircraft stable at all times.

And for the safety of this voyage, Sylvie and Muriel were also brought along, making it virtually foolproof.

But even so, he still felt nervous.

Gathering half of Neverwinter's elite witches in a brand-new aircraft and heading alone to the hinterlands five hundred kilometers away was reason enough to worry. If he didn't have so much work to do in Neverwinter, he would have even wanted to go with them on the Seagull.

After exhaling softly, he looked at Tilly and said, "I think it has nothing to do with doubt, but rather with caring too much. I hope you can all live safely to the new era after the end of the Divine Will."

After a moment of eye contact, Tilly turned her head away. "I know, I was just kidding... If it were me, I'd probably be uneasy too."

Before Roland could react, she had already turned and stepped onto the boarding ladder.

"Then I'm off, brother."

…

After the cabin door closed, a guard came over. "Your Majesty, everything outside is ready."

Roland took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice, "Begin."

"Yes!"

As the command was given, procedures began to run smoothly.

"Limiter opened!"

"Road cleared!"

"All personnel off the runway!"

"Open the hangar door!"

As the hangar door slowly slid open to both sides, dazzling sunlight shone into the interior, casting a path of light on the ground.

The guide raised the green flag.

"Seagull, you are cleared for takeoff!"

At the same time, the long blast of the steam whistle echoed throughout the airport—

Roland felt the wind.

It was a wonderful feeling—he was standing in a position that should have been completely windless, yet he still felt the gentle breeze caressing his cheeks.

It was not fair to treat the Seagull as a pure glider and compare it to its counterparts. The latter tried everything to obtain what it had from the beginning.

The air current violated the laws of flow, appearing precisely on the rear side of the wing—the breeze pushed against the raised aileron, like an invisible hand. This force seemed insignificant, but Roland knew it was the result of Wendy's deliberate control. The dissipated residual wind was gentle and calm, but within a few inches of the wing surface, it was a strong wind that made it difficult to move.

In other words, within the area affected by Wendy's ability, the direction and speed of the wind were controlled by her at will.

This also meant that the Seagull didn't need to rely on its wings to maintain flight, and could also make movements that would amaze other gliders, such as near-vertical short takeoffs and landings—speed was only to gain greater lift, but if lift could be obtained directly, speed would naturally no longer be indispensable.

Of course, such a light and airy flight might be a shocking feat that subverted the worldview of experts, but to outsiders, it obviously lacked some weight.

What could be more shocking than a huge fellow weighing several tons, roaring past overhead, and then slowly climbing until it disappeared into the clouds?

Thinking of Tilly's excited expression when she proposed this idea, Roland couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

It seemed that she had completely regarded the Seagull as her big toy, eager to show it off to others.

…

"Woo——————Woo——————"

At the same time as the whistle sounded, Goode also noticed the anomaly at the end of the Black Stone Road—the soldiers scattered, the iron gate of the shed opened, and a strange-looking gray "giant bird" slowly slid out, turning a small half circle and driving onto the avenue where they were located.

"Hey, look, what is that?" Obviously, he was not the only one who had discovered the behemoth.

"A train? Doesn't look like it... There are no rails on the ground."

"Maybe it's a new machine invented by His Majesty?"

"Is that what Eagle Face was talking about?"

"It seems to be coming towards us."

Wait, he seemed to have seen this thing somewhere! Goode racked his brains for a while, and a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind—wasn't there a similar cover picture in those books that Princess Tilly had given him? Bird-like but not bird-like, with slender symmetrical wings, it did look somewhat similar to it.

But after thinking about it, he felt that the two were not comparable at all. First of all, not to mention the difference in shape and number of wings, in that cover picture, he could at least see the driver, and he could also roughly understand why the thing in the picture seemed to be floating in the air—after all, a skeleton that was not much bigger than a person supported a pair of huge wings, which was, in a sense, an enlarged kite. Although he knew that the things that the King and Princess valued would certainly not be so simple, the logic could at least be understood.

But the thing in front of him completely belonged to the type that could not be understood.

Using the surrounding soldiers as a comparison, it could be seen that its size was far larger than the former. Except for the wings, the whole body was Hunyuan, tightly wrapped around its body, and its slender belly seemed to be able to hold a lot of things. According to this size, let alone flying, it should be difficult to even crawl on the ground—

However, the next moment, Goode realized how ridiculous his thoughts were.

The other party began to accelerate.

And it soon surpassed the speed of horses running, and there was no intention of stopping.

The team, which had been discussing animatedly, fell silent unconsciously.

Everyone heard the rumbling sound from far to near.

"My god..." Finjin swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "It's going to hit us."

This was also the common feeling of most of the prospective students.

Logically speaking, as long as they stood still, the two would not actually collide, but logic was logic, and everyone's bodies seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

Not everyone can remain calm when facing a behemoth that can crush them into mincemeat with one foot.

And the approaching one was such a behemoth—

They weren't even as tall as its wheels!

As it approached, the howling wind was almost roaring, and the ground was slightly vibrating. It was said that when knights charged, the sound of hooves alone could cause the enemy to collapse, but compared to the monster that was pressing down on them like a mountain, Goode found that knights were nothing more than that.

He suddenly remembered Eagle Face's meaningful sneer.

Did the instructor... experience it already?

Before he could think about it, a gust of wind swept past!

In a short period of time, it ran through the hundreds of meters of road, directly penetrating the crowd on both sides.

Under the impact of the air current, Goode was unable to control his feet and fell to the ground with soft knees—perhaps he had subconsciously made a dodge movement before the storm arrived.

He didn't bother to get up, but turned his head to look back.

And the next scene made him even more stunned!

He saw the behemoth raise its head, its feet left the ground, and it suddenly soared into the sky, flying towards the blue sky. The sunlight reflected on the wings, forming circles of colorful and dazzling light spots.

Was this... an aerial knight?

Goode

Couldn't help but clench his fists.

He wanted to ride such a monster—even if it meant dedicating everything to it!