Part 4
--- A thousand meters above [Underwood].
Izayoi was braving the strong winds that rushed pass his cheeks as they travelled forth.
Before then, when the group that was assembled finally departed for the Ancient Citadel, Izayoi had already shouted in joy due to the feelings of excitement that couldn’t be suppressed from the feeling of flying in the air on Gry’s back:
“Haha, THIS IS REALLY GREAT……! With this I can finally somewhat understand Kasukabe’s feeling! This kind of exhilarating feel that seems to accompany the speed that accelerates with every step, it can only be described as [Running on air]!”
“Hey, this isn’t anything to exclaim about. If I really went full throttle, things would surely be different. If it were alright to break the formation, going five times this speed would be a simple task as well.”
“Alright! Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
“Don’t even think of it. And don’t lean over so much. You too, Gry, please do not break the formation with any rash actions.”
Sala who was flying beside them snapped at them upon hearing the direction of their conversation.
“Alright. Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
“Didn’t I already say not to do anything reckless?”
……but Sala’s preaching didn’t seem to have much of an effect. And it caused Sala a mighty headache as she nagged at them to be more serious. But as they continued to fly towards the Ancient Citadel, the both of them[ ?] seemed to have gone silent, midway through the journey.
Reason being Izayoi the most troublesome problem child had his breath taken away by the aerial view of Little Garden.
Looking down upon the landscape of Little Garden from such a great height caused Izayoi to mutter softly:
“……This is quite an unbelievable sight. For the horizon to be visible even though this world is enclosed in a box.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. For an outsider like me, Little Garden is like the best treasure trove.”
Izayoi squinted his eyes as he gazed into the distant horizons.
The horizon that was the combination of green plains and yellow soil could be seen despite being enclosed in a kekkai.
In addition to the azure blue skies above, it would then form a harmony of three colors and present a grand view.
“When speaking of traveling in air, I’ve always been under the impression that it would be in an enclosed narrow space that seems to press in on you uncomfortably…… but if it were to be as free and leisurely as this, traveling by air wouldn’t be that bad.”
“Really?” Gry responded with just a word.
The era that Izayoi had been from had quite an advanced flight technology but it wasn’t too realistic to fly alone in the air. Even if one could pilot the machine, he would still face the problem of national boundaries and be restricted in his flight locations.
The main force continued to maintain their formation as they slowly climbed upwards.
Izayoi continued to look upon the grand sight of the horizon, enraptured in its beauty.
---and hence, he wasn’t able to notice it earlier.
The jet black threat that suddenly appeared before the formation’s fore front.
“……?” The first to notice the change was Sala.
A black shadow had appeared before the Ancient Vampire Citadel and it had a kind of non-existent sensation about it that seemed to make up a point that seemed to suck in all light around it.
To describe it simply--- it was like a black and round vortex. No matter how flat it looked and how intangible it seemed, it didn’t change the fact that it looked strangely circular from all angles.
“Ah…….”
The strange focal point had suddenly squirmed as it started to distort and morph.
---Contracting, Changing, Expanding. Accompanying the woeful cries and murderous intent that flowed out from its depths---
The group had all turned pale in terror, seeming to have been touched on the neck by the cold hand of a Death God.
“Ever….Everyone! Escape NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
The order to retreat that was shouted from the back seemed more of a shriek in pain, for it was too late.
From the skies where the peal of thunders originated, the abnormal vortex had shown its true form. A figure that had a cloak befitting a king draped over the shoulders while standing proudly with the back facing the lightning and thunder that rumbled continuously.
And with every flash of a lightning that lit up the whole region, that head of golden hair would reflect that light with greater intensity.
---Demon Lord Leticia Draculea.
She looked upon them expressionlessly while Sala’s chest had already been dyed red with blood.
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