Chapter 32

Chapter 32

There’s no such thing as a flying phantom staircase on a battleship. And humans don’t have wings.

So it’s very difficult to infiltrate an aircraft carrier, even if it’s floating up in the sky, still, and completely unguarded, even in the middle of the night.

And now they had to infiltrate it, intimidate the captain, and take out the entire crew without killing anyone.

“At sea, a battleship is often compared to a fortress. An airborne battleship can be said to be a heavenly fortress.”

Oswald said with a gentle smile. He wasn’t wrong, but it was sarcastic.

“That asshole thinks he’s a real elf.”

“I am a real elf, but you can’t see my ears.”

“Wow, he’s corrupted to the core. Brother, I have a solution!”

Eugene pouted and threw his hands up in the air. He shrugged proudly when Ivan snapped.

“All I have to do is use my [feather walk]!”

“How many times do I have to tell him it’s a Mind Sorcery before he gets it? Does being human make him less capable of learning?”

“Wow, he’s a real dork. Why would you trust a wizard who can’t even use Featherstep to organize a party? Brother, I’ll take anyone from the School of Magic right now, preferably from the Destruction school.”

“[Schizophrenia]”

Purple mana swirled around Oswald’s fingertips, and Eugene’s pupils dilated.

Eugene dropped his head, drooling.

Silence fell over the clubhouse.

Ivan nodded.

“We can wait until evening.”

“Do you think a warship will suddenly land in the evening?”

“No. There are people who need to go to the ships.”The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

The Krasilovs had given the warships three days to leave. That was yesterday.

And yesterday evening, Elizaveta had given them one day to leave or she would shoot them down.

The ship’s captain must have been nervous. The entire monarchy could be in military action tomorrow, and even if it isn’t, Elizabeth could be trying to pull some kind of stunt today.

If so, the captain must contact the crown prince by today. It’s the only way to turn things around.

We won’t be able to move in broad daylight. The entirety of Pritzenkaya is in Elizaveta’s sights as long as the Counterintelligence Command exists.

So it’s evening, or at least night after sunset.

“Even if the... the crown prince’s side makes contact with the warships, how are we supposed to get between them?”

“They’ll be using a carriage with a levitation spell.”

“So, do we ask them to give us a seat in the carriage?”

“No.”

After a quick glance at Oswald, who was looking at him suspiciously, at Yuri, who was still frightened, and at Eugene, who was stunned, Ivan turned to Yuri and spoke in a serious voice.

“If you had to carry one of these, who would you choose?”

“What...?”

“Except me. Which one of them would you carry?”

Yuuri looked at the two young men with trembling eyes. One was Golden Sun, the other was Hypnotic Eye.

Hypnotic Eyes had even just proved his ability by casting a hypnotic spell on her.

Yuri bit her lip tightly and barely managed to answer.

“That, Eugene... I’d rather....”

“Would you rather...?”

Ignoring Oswald, who cringed in hurt, Ivan nodded.

“Then I’ll carry you, Oswald.”

“And you’re going to carry him all of a sudden?”

“Yes. We’re hanging.”

About 800 meters in the air. A ridiculously low altitude for a typical aircraft on Earth, but impossible for humans to reach in this pre-modern world.

Even with Earth’s highly developed civil engineering, 800 meters is the height of the Burj Khalifa. In other words, it’s the tallest structure ever built or reached.

Any attempt to ascend to that height using a levitation spell or other means of transportation would surely be spotted.

So the only way to infiltrate without being seen is to hide under the carriage that the Crown Prince’s faction will send to make contact.

Realizing this, the minions looked at Ivan in disbelief.

“So what do we do now?”

“Hold on.”

“Huh?”

Ivan stared off into the night sky and slowly drew the axe embedded in his wagon.

Beneath the clouds, an aerial battleship was slowly approaching.

After making sure that the lights guiding the wagon’s landing were glowing on deck, Ivan hooked Oswald over the wagon’s wheels and hung on with one hand.

He pointed his drawn axe straight ahead again and cocked his head.

“Oh, no. You’re going to abandon us, brother, you’re going to abandon the Patriots, no friendship?”

Ignoring Eugene’s stammering bullshit, she stretched her arm back and turned her magic.

The conditions were such that covert infiltration was impossible in the first place.

Wouldn’t it be right, then, to go to the Gender Identity Center, of course? The doctrine of the Exterminators has always been to confuse the enemy just prior to infiltration.

Decoys... not quite decoys, but distractions.

Plus, two of the possessed are nobles, one a high ranking member of the military and one an elf.

That meant that even if they were attacked, they wouldn’t be a target for summary execution, and if only students showed up, there was a good chance it would be nothing more than a prank.

That’s why I said something like, “No killing of the crew. To prevent this from becoming a life-and-death situation.

“I’ll be right there.”

“No, wait, you...? You!!!”

-Boooooooooooo!!!

Ivan picked up his axe and threw it somewhere in the night sky. The powerful recoil shook the carriage once, and when the possessed opened their eyes again.

Ivan was no longer there; he was already flying through the darkness of the night.

“You’re like a crazy flying Santa Claus. I don’t even need Rudolph.”

“Ahahahaha.... What are we gonna do now?”

“I don’t know.”

Eugene gritted his teeth as he stared at the approaching deck.

“Break the quest.”

If this quest reward isn’t good enough, I’m going to kill this fucking status bar at all costs.

*.

Ivan dangled below the warship’s waterline, his axe embedded in the gunwale.

A harsh wind whistled in his ears. He could feel the floating sensation beneath his feet and see the streets dotted with grains of sand beneath him.

A fall would mean death, no. A fall so high that not even a shred of limb would remain as a trace.

“Suck.”

-Kwazik!

Hanging by one hand from that height, I twist my waist to recoil and slam into the cannonball.

-Quack! Kwajik! Kwazik!

-Woosh!

Steady and expressionless, swaying precariously as if he might fall at any moment.

Silently. Like pounding wood on solid ground.

Soon, the wooden gunwale crumbled, leaving a hole big enough for a man to fit through.

-Whoosh!-Whoosh!-Whoosh!-Whoosh!!!

The cabin warning lights flashed frantically, and I could hear the crew scurrying about.

A successful distraction.

Ivan nodded numbly and threw himself through the dark gap in the gunwale.

Now, now here.

The woodcutter had arrived.



1. Here is who Rudolph is.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolph_the_Red-Nosed_Reindeer

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