"Huh...?
It's the brown cliffskin that's been in my sight for a long time.
That cliff, which is quite high, has a rock shelf by the way.
What I suspected in my eyes was the middle belly of that cliff.
From one of the small rock shelves a dark head appeared, supposedly of the boy's.
"Ladder...... there is nothing. Oh, no way....... that, a fall accident!?
When I shouted out in surprise, its head, covered in dirt, turned to me in a slow motion.
Surprise doubles.
That was, no matter what you think, Johann's brother, Nicholas Duker.
"Ha!? Hey, Nicholas!? What are you doing!?
I stutter too much and yell at you with vegetables. But even in the distance, I can see that my eyes aren't in focus.
Your face has abrasions, and most importantly, your complexion is terrible. It's white.
My call didn't seem to be properly heard either, and that look at the void as blurry was somewhat so.
Perhaps you are confused or injured by the shock of the fall. It was obvious that something was wrong.
When I returned my heel hoping that I would not call people, I heard a paralysis.
When I have a bad feeling and turn around, the parallax and dirt are starting to fall from the foot of the rock shelf where Nicholas is.
Seeing it caught my blood.
That rock shelf......, might not last long.
In that case, Nicholas would fall from the height of that few stories of building and die.
I almost unconsciously stuck my hand in the material pouch and took out the demon stone and screamed.
"Zain!"
With a flash of light, the flying gear appears in your hands.
I regained my grip on it, shook my cowardice off and flew well.
The wind is wrapping itself up. But the controls don't work.
Decent flights were not allowed from that day of failure in the first place, and the daily training was only with both ends roped together indoors.
Still, I didn't mean to be too brazen to move even though I had the only possibility in the world that I might be able to help.
Only in the previous life, when we were already spoiled by our livestock, was it enough that we could not step forward towards change and hope.
"Move it right......!
Unexpectedly yelling at the flying gear. Incidentally, the improved version of this flying gear does not take the form of a bamboo because it was rejected as "I knew I didn't know what it meant to make it bamboo" along with the sides.
Instead, it mounts the flying type of demon feather as a decoration. Doing so has greatly increased the flight time, and hence the variety of demons.
Instead of the increased amount of magic and flying time that could be put into this, it became difficult to maneuver for some reason. The altitude doesn't go as high as I think or it hits hard left and right.
While I'm bringing it this way, Nicholas could die in front of me. I thought so, I made up my mind.
"Yeah! Listen to me!
One or eight, I put all the magic into it all at once. Then the flying gear accelerates more intensely than I thought and then rises vertically to the sky.
I cling desperately to the flying gear as I leak a scream. With the sun on my back, I could see myself shadowing the ground like a bird.
The flying gear then began to fall rapidly after swinging its wear to nay. If I inject more magic here, my flying gear could be damaged again.
He suppresses his magic with life-threatening thoughts as he falls, holding back his flight gear with disappointment with his hands and legs.
... Then I felt the resistance weaken from one moment to the next.
"Ah, get it?
My heart is going to burst when I scream.
But as I sharpened in pursuit of that feeling, I felt more and more control coming back into my hands.
That's how the fall stops.
"... Did you do it? Could this be under control...?
I went up and down in the air to check, and it moves roughly exactly like that.
Now. We have to go now!
I pointed the tip of the flying gear towards the rock shelf.