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

Poynix flew out of the parking space and waiting area in front of Willidis' third hangar that afternoon.

The ancient civilizational legacy, a giant with floating stones, floated and rose to high altitude due to the spraying of demonic stone engines.

The cockpit of Poinix is large. In front of the cockpit and the co-pilot seat, there is a measuring seat for enemy equipment on the side and a navigation seat on the other side. In the centre it is made like a bridge between a captain's seat and a smaller ship rather than an aircraft.

Originally, he is a commander when it comes to the captain, but he is also a pilot, so he takes the cockpit in the front row.

But in poinix, if you don't stick to speed, you can stay indefinitely empty, so the maneuver and command were taken as separate seats. Because it is a reconnaissance aircraft, it is a consideration to ensure that the captain is involved in reconnaissance operations.

Well, there's me in the captain's seat, Marcus in the cockpit, Yuna in the co-pilot's seat, Spherer in the navigation seat, and Early in the measuring seat. Mr. Bell was sitting at the edge of the panel in the captain's seat.

The cargo compartment of Poinix, a reconnaissance aircraft and a general purpose transport aircraft, has one Liana and Vigilanti high mobility specifications, Sakilis and SS operatives standing by.

To the Greater Empire Capital, approximately eight or nine hours of flights are scheduled. Besides not knowing even the most accurate scale, this is my first trip out of the sky, so I could get there sooner, or vice versa. There can be patterns of directions passing by and getting lost.

As the poinix is almost infinite sailing distance and as far as personnel are concerned, we can use the portal to get back to Willidis, so hopefully we can eventually arrive even if we get lost in plenty.

The flight itself does not go to waste at all because the copy core on board keeps records, and so does the stray partition mapping.

Well, it's best to get to your destination without mistake.

That's why Elisa and Mr. Daska are waiting as replacement personnel at Willidis. Especially since Elisa won't be able to guide you until she enters the Great Empire.

If I'm tired of other faces, I'm supposed to take turns with the SS pilots.

Poynix flying Willidis and increasing altitude. Early in the measuring seat looked back.

"Hey, Gin. I was distracted to ask, what cylinder is suspended on the main wing of the poinix?

A cylindrical object that is carrying two units each on the main wing. About three meters high. That carries it horizontally.

"You know, it's a portal pod. There's a portal inside."

"What do you use it for?

"Drop that thing on the ground and connect the site with a portal."

I'm going to skydive into the Empire City, but if it's hard to jump for bad weather and other reasons, I mean drop a deserted pod and get off to the ground. Sturdy enough to withstand the impact of falls from high altitudes.

Well, I can't guarantee the human security inside, so when I drop it, it's deserted.

There are four of them.

"Besides the capital, we're going to drop it at the right relay point on the way home and create a secret surveillance base."

I'm not going to dive that many times. Well, I'll even fly for experience at least once.

"Yeah, it is"

Early turned to the measuring seat.

I put my gaze back on the front, too, but nothing in particular for a while. As a matter of fact, I can leave it to the copycore drones and SS soldiers to take a nap.

I'm packing it in the cockpit for when something happens, but practically relaxing time. Rest with moderate tension, is the one. Mr. Bell and the others are just taking a nap.

I went into a discussion with Jarzy yesterday, twisting a fighter jet proposal for Project Griffon. I spent some time thinking about writing diagrams on paper, fighter specifications, etc. on my calculator with the copy cores I brought for personal use.

There would be a breeze outside, but Poinix's fuselage had little sway. I guess this is also a floating stone effect. Marcus had a serious grip on the joystick, and Early looked at the magic radar and the ground-based measurement data, but for the rest, it's quite a comfortable journey in the sky.

The sky as if it melted deep blue. The drifting clouds are all beneath the fuselage of Poinix, as if they were flying over a sea of clouds.

"It's like the sea and the sky have turned upside down."

Mr. Daska, who came to the cockpit, leaked so when he saw the sky outside the window.

Sure, deep blue like the sea above, thin blue with clouds below. If you've seen the horizon, you'll probably have the same sentiment.

Keep flying. Often, the magic radar reacted.

"React to bearing 3-0-0. Approximately 40,000."

Early reported an unconfirmed light point that appeared on a circular panel. Mr. Bell got up with a pin and I pointed my gaze at the measuring seat, too.

"What?

"Multiple reactions...... Altitude is about 12,000."

"What do you mean fly at such a high altitude?

Tension runs into the cockpit.

It's a thin atmosphere. Hard to think of as an organism...... There's no reason to fly at high altitudes where there's nothing biological in the first place.

As I rolled my thoughts over my tongue, Yuna looked back from the co-pilot's seat.

"No way, the Great Empire or something?

I don't know. I don't know the detailed specs about the air warships that Mr Daska told me about. Are you saying it has such high altitude performance?

"Early, what do you say?

"The number exceeded thirty... Um, I don't think it's working. It's like you're drifting."

"Drifting?"

Mr. Bell rushed up to his measuring seat.

"What's drifting over the sky? Not on the ocean."

"Maybe."

Early shrugged her shoulder small.

"Like an island floating in the sky in legend...?

"That's a lot of fantasy talk."

A flying island? If I accidentally broke up, Marcus groaned, "Uh, the legend," and Yuna nodded.

"That's a fairy tale you hear as a child. In ancient times, people floated islands in the sky, and they lived there or something."

"floated a steel ship and freely controlled the sky"

Mr. Daska told me to write a poem.

"An astronaut with enormous wealth and mighty force"

A castle in the sky, I think of a piece. In this world, no, it sounds like a major fairy tale in the Kingdom of Verilardo.

I think it's a relic of an ancient civilization or something. But there's really an island flying in the sky or something, this world.

"... um, island, because it's a little different"

Early roars as she stares at the measuring panel.

"It just seems like something big and small is floating around"

"Where the floats gathered in the atmosphere?

Run what I thought, and Mr. Bell raised his face.

"Is that an empty graveyard?

Marcus glanced at me.

"Captain, what do you want to do? Do you want to leave? Or just like this?

"Early, what are the possibilities for contact with the floating group?

"If you keep going, it won't affect you in particular. In the first place, altitude is nearly 2,000 meters over there."

"Then it stays like this. Marcus, maintain the needle."

Yuna raised her voice.

"Master, don't you want to confirm?

"I'm interested, but I'm on my way to the Great Empire."

I walked to the cockpit and clung to the chair.

"We'll only look into it after we're done."

Beyond the windowsill, I look out over the sky.

Something drifting high altitude. If, as Early says, it is the remains of an island that floats in the sky, or is from an ancient civilizational era, we might find a floating stone or something when we look into it.

It's well worth looking into later.