The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

I decided to apply the technology from the age of magical civilization to the present day, while also experimenting with the leap of the transference wand, which is a concern.

To observe how much time has passed in the present day and how much time has elapsed since I used the transference wand to go to the age of magical civilization.

According to the testimony of Alethey and others, I joined the rebel army and participated in the Apolito offensive. Therefore, according to history, I need to be in that time period.

If I'm not there at the crucial time, history will go haywire, and I'll make sure it doesn't happen. ...... Well, I'm sure I'll be able to do well because of these checks. If history has the power to correct itself, it won't shift after the decisive battle if it's wrong.

...... maybe.

If it was a random leap, I'd be afraid. Ah, but then there's also the possibility of transferring to a time before the time you've been to ......?

So let's try it out while we know we can go to that time period, because if we think about it, we're going to be stuck.

So, I'm off for a bit.

I got into my beloved Trovaon fighter and said hello to Arlie.

This time, I'll be using an aircraft. I've been thinking about what would happen if it appeared in the same place as the last transference. Because the place of transference is a floating island where there is no more. If we were to transfer to the same place, we would be thrown into the air for sure.

Incidentally, this will also serve as an experiment to see if the entire fighter jet can be transferred. Well, I think we'll be fine.

In that case, take me with you.

Mr. Bell entered the cockpit of Trovaon, dressed as a black cat.

'I'd like to see something called the Age of Magical Civilization.

Well, okay. Mr. Bell can do transference magic on his own.

A cursory look-see would be nice.

"Hey, Jin--

Arlie was about to say from below, and I replied, putting on my helmet.

No,

"I haven't gone to anything yet!

I'll be back soon. You'll be back soon.

I close the canopy. Trovaon, engine start. The on-board copy core, the Navi, tests the moving parts of the aircraft and tells me it's all green and clear.

Then do it.

I signaled, and Arlie raised his transference wand. With a range designation, the entire Trovaon was enveloped in orange light.

And then the transition - the Trovaon fighters carrying me and Ms. Bell leapt to the age of magical civilization.

I was in the air.

Sure enough, it was up in the sky.

The sun was slanting and the sky was turning orange.

'Did you make it, Jin?

Bell's voice settled in the gap behind the seat.

"Yeah, probably in the age of magical civilization.

The landscape of the hangar instantly became outside. At least the transition was successful.

...... Now, let's get to the rebel base.

The question is, how much time has passed since the Addis Holler Siege? If not much time has passed, then the transition to the final battle is likely to be years or so later, and if it's the other way around, then it will have to come without months or so. I don't like the timing of being busy playing donkey games with ...... the big empire.

...... Oh?

"What's up, Jin?

"Magical radar response. ...... identification, three Laros fighters, rapidly approaching.

"Greeting?

"Well, which way?

I stared at it, which the IFF (Enemy-Friendly Identification Device) currently shows in 'red'. The navigation system does not register the identification codes of the rebel and imperial forces of this era. In the original era, the Empire used it and recognized it as 'enemy', so it is currently labeled red.

If you believe in this enemy markings, you should not return fire or flee, but if it is a rebel aircraft--

"Who?

A new reaction appeared in the IFF. The identification color is a light light blue - if it is blue, it is an ally, but is this thin indication really?

The navigation system identifies the model. I peeled my eyes away from the model name displayed there.

"TF-1 Falke Fighter!

"What is this?　Falke is flying, we are in a magical civilization, right?

Mr. Bell also has a dubious tone.

The TF-1 Falke is a Wilidis military fighter in the original era. It is also known as a shape-shifter fighter, and does not exist in the age of magical civilization.

But I'm out of luck.

I said, "Normally this would not be possible, but rejoice, Mr. Bell. This one's for you, Deucey.

Even Trovaon fighters are Deasy who can make their own. As a dungeon core, it is not impossible for her to mass produce Falke.

Three Falke fighters appeared. They followed behind the approaching Laros fighters and entered the air battle.

It seems that the Apolito fighters were from the newborn imperial army.

Against the large but horsepowery Laros fighters, the Falke, controlled by a small, lightweight but high-G capable shape-shifter pilot, rushed forward like a missile, showering them with plasma bullets and sending them into a bloodbath.

A familiar female voice came from the magic communicator.

'To Wilidis military fighter Trovaon 1. ...... Welcome to the age of magical civilization.

"DeeCee, you look good.

"Good grief, there you are at last. You took your time.

Deasy in a sarcastic tone.

'Have you taken care of the Empire there?　Well, it was nice of you to arrive before the battle over here.

"Wait a minute.

Before the decisive battle?　I had a bad feeling about this.

"I don't mean to be late, though.

"Yeah, I'm not late.

"To be sure, how long has it been since the Addis Holler siege now?

It's not the night before the battle, is it?　If you try things and transfer, you don't want a performance without rehearsal.

"Three years, Lord.

Deasy's words made me want to look up to the heavens.

The rebels are currently in the midst of preparing for the final battle. If you've been over there, you're aware of the situation here to some extent, right?

"Yeah, I've done a lot of prep work.

Apparently, it seems to have metastasized almost a day before the final battle. A battle that cannot be dropped has begun.