After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

The sky was clear and the clouds stretched for miles.

Above the skies of Aleiente, a bird streaked across the sky like a white meteor.

The camera slowly zooms in.

It is evident that it is about 2 meters long and has a wingspan of about 4-5 meters. Its shape is similar to that of a Pegasus, and its beak has an extremely rare semi-transparent crystal texture with sharp edges.

Two women rode on the snow-white horse.

A nun dressed in black and white, her every move exuding natural allure;

The other was a female knight in light armor, with the "Third Cloud Marching Badge" of the Aleient Empire embedded in her chest.

"Sister Fiora, is this the speed of the White Falcon...? I only felt a blur, and you've already taken me out of Galatea Los Santos... That's so fast..."

Sister Katharina was full of praise.

"Okay. We'll be in the imperial capital in a little while. Hold me tight, don't be in a hurry."

Fiora responded calmly.

At that moment, all she wanted was to finish the task quickly and then submit her leave application.

The long journey left her feeling physically and mentally exhausted. Even though the nun behind her was very well-behaved and obedient, Fiora still felt that her job was no different from delivering packages.

"good……"

Behind her, Katarina held her tightly around the waist.

The waist is slender and smooth, with an excellent feel.

Perhaps due to years of training, Fiora's skin is incredibly elastic, so firm that you just want to pinch it a little more.

Moreover, being protected by her when going out gives one a very subtle sense of security.

As the commander of the Cloud March and the head of the Griffin Knights, Fiora's mount is not the Storm Griffin that the other members are assigned to, but a white falcon named "Dawn".

White Falcon.

It is incredibly fast, understands human nature, and possesses a "divine" attribute that is rarely found in ordinary mounts, perfectly matching the aesthetics of Galatia.

Moreover, it follows a style of extreme speed and high evasion, a style of assassin that combines elegance and lethality. Whether it is attributes or appearance, it is completely designed for lightweight knights to carry out tactical assaults.

It's something to be envied.

"Sister's flying speed is unmatched in the ten kingdoms; few would dare claim to surpass it. To be able to contract such a supreme divine mount is truly a blessing from a past life."

Katarina praised her, while reaching out a small hand to gently stroke the soft white falcon beneath her.

"(!!!)"

It's as if it's been tainted by something filthy.

The wings that had been soaring at dawn seemed startled and paused slightly, almost bringing the plane to a screeching halt high in the sky…

The swan-like feathers stood on end, and the flight posture changed from carefree and natural to cautious.

"Dawn, are you alright?"

Fiora noticed it immediately.

She frowned, clearly realizing that the problem stemmed from her mount getting agitated.

Having cooperated with them for many years, this is only the second time such a situation has occurred.

The first time was when I was flying to Endedes and accidentally wandered into an area that I hadn't scouted beforehand.

Suddenly, a dark cloud formed there, and a torrential black rain poured down from it...

Wherever the rain passes, a hissing sound arises, and even the white bones walking on the ground will be instantly corroded into black liquid.

And so, the race between the white falcon and the clouds began.

Despite its ruffled fur, it managed to escape the center of Endedes by sheer luck.

This is the only documented similar scene.

Okay, now, why did it suddenly react again just by carrying the nun forward?

"Yoo-hoo..."

The white falcon glanced sideways at Fiora and opened its mouth.

They used Elvish.

Upon hearing this, Fiora's expression turned serious.

You can roughly tell that it's trying to express the idea that "there is something wicked and lustful on my body."

"..."

"How is this possible?"

"Dawn, are you mistaken?"

"Miss Katarina is a candidate for the Galatians' sainthood, not some evil monster, or the embodiment of lust you claim. You must be too tired from flying for too long, which is why you're hallucinating, right? Would you like to go down and rest for a while?"

Fiora responded in Elvish.

"..."

The white falcon shook its head, flapped its wings, and barely managed to continue gliding.

She didn't mention that her back felt sticky when she was halfway down the flight.

-

……

Katarina gave a wicked smile for a moment, then looked away.

I watched her continue soaring for a while, then the sound of wind came from afar.

His crimson pupils narrowed slightly as he scanned a spot diagonally downwards.

Five golden rays appeared in the sky above the distant royal city, welcoming it upwards—

There were five female knights riding platinum griffins.

As they drew closer, it became clear that the female knights were wielding warhammers, wearing headbands, and carrying scrolls of magical inscriptions on their backs—clearly the top-tier full gear of the Cloud March.

Unlike the dragon riders, these griffon riders specialize in "air raids".

Generally, after throwing out Storm Hammer or stray bullets, they will take flight, which is a round-robin tactical system, unlike the Dragoon type that can engage in close combat.

Katarina saw it all.

"Brynhild, Captain of the First Assault Squad of the Third Cloud March, reporting for duty!"

"Cloud Marcher, Eye of the Sky - Lena, welcomes your return, Commander!"

"Cecilia, the scout of the Gale, has something important to report to the commander!"

The sound grew louder as it approached, and several female griffin riders converged on this side at almost top speed.

It is worth mentioning that behind them, there seemed to be several pterosaur riders trying to entangle and obstruct them.

Fiora: "?"

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.

It's common knowledge that griffin riders are faster than heavy wyvern riders, but for Volta's men to dare harass his subordinates while he's not in the country is simply asking for trouble.

Fiora clicked her tongue, drew the AAA-grade weapon with +10 enchantment and gleaming silver light from its stock—the "Meteor Spear Modified"—and coldly commanded:

"Come with me back to headquarters. I want to see who dares to stop my Third Cloud Army generals while I'm here."

"Yes, Commander!"

Like a savior returning home, hope was rekindled.

The female knights, who had originally looked lifeless, formed a triangular escort formation, surrounding the white falcon on three sides, and rapidly descended.

When the dragon riders not far away saw the Cloud Walker return, they no longer dared to be so presumptuous.

They scattered like birds and beasts, tails between their legs, and went back to report to Volta.

As the female knights flew, they seized the time to recount the tremendous changes in the country, simultaneously sending the information to the female commander who had been out of contact for many days.

"Commander, please allow me to report to you in advance—"

Fiora had originally planned to quickly remove Karina from her body and then go home for a good night's sleep.

But now, after hearing just a few words from the scout, all her hopes were shattered.

"The king... he was assassinated."

"?"

"The princess... committed suicide."

"what?"

"The Sword Maiden's body... has been stolen."

"..."

"His Highness the Second Prince, together with Volta and a group of rebels, has sealed off all the country's borders. Now, apart from the three of us, all our compatriots are under house arrest in the underground dungeon."

"..."

Fiora took a deep breath of the cold air from high above.

The dazed look she had been wearing earlier was now completely gone.

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