I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

“It’s the wind that’s with you,” Gerald carefully corrected. “I don’t spy on other people’s preferences all the time.”

"...This is a rather unusual ability."

The young succubus was silent for a moment, then reached out to feel the gentle breeze that had always protected him. An invisible current gathered in his hand as he moved his fingers: "How did you do that? To pass down the wind as a form of protection, this doesn't conform to the logic of the laws of nature."

"You care more about this?" Gerald noticed that his son's attention was focused on this, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. "I've actually been thinking about why you haven't thought about actively manipulating the direction of the wind—it should be a very simple thing, especially since you have the qualifications."

The shocking fact just now didn't actually waste much of the father and son's time.

Aifanil, whose attention had been drawn to the unusual signs just now, was holding the bone pen in his palm: "I have tried it."

The succubus's bone pen was blown higher by the wind, but the wind that enveloped it did not move along a natural trajectory, but contained some other power... Gerald quickly realized the origin of this feeling.

“I see,” Gerald leaned forward slightly, looking at Aifanil’s palm. “You’re using a spell to control the wind?”

No wonder the child was initially disgusted.

A blessing that is sometimes beyond our control does not always bring good results.

To use an inappropriate analogy, using a spell to activate the wind is like combining an Ice Peashooter with a Flame Tree Stump; you lose your own ability while wasting the ability of the other character, making it an extremely unprofitable deal.

“Talent is different from bloodline; it’s a more ethereal definition, and I find it difficult to pinpoint the boundaries of so-called ‘talent.’”

Aifanier retrieved the bone pen that was suspended in the air, then gently tapped it in the air before pointing it at Pegasus: "According to the test results, sharing and transferring this blessing, also known as 'blessing,' would actually be a better choice for me."

As the banshee moved, the wind revealed its form amidst the drifting incantations, swirling around Pegasus.

And then—nothing happened.

“Hmm.” Aifanier nodded to himself. “As expected, the blessing is meaningless for someone who already possesses the ability to control the wind.”

"Again."

However, Pegasus suddenly spoke.

"...Perform the blessing again? I understand."

Aifanier glanced at Gerald, whose expression had suddenly turned serious, with surprise. He twirled the bone pen in his hand, preparing to point the tip at Gerald again.

So, the instant he raised his hand, Pegasus suddenly stretched out his left hand and grasped the bone pen and the banshee's palm together.

This time, the air suddenly swirls up from beneath Aphrodite's feet.

It gently reached his chest, transforming into invisible hands that grasped his arms and lifted his body into the sky.

……

Very light.

Unlike the sensation of being enveloped by a spell, or the feeling of his mother holding him in her arms, he did not feel particularly uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, Aifanier subconsciously tensed his body, trying to grip the bone pen in his hand with his fingers.

But then he realized that his hand was being held by a larger hand, preventing him from being blown away by his still-developing skills.

At that moment, Pegasus transformed the wind into steps, landing at his and Aifanir's feet.

He awkwardly tried to imitate how someone in the past had led him across the steps, holding Aphrodite's hand.

Following the wind with its source, step by step, we stride towards the sky.

"It's just like walking on flat ground, there's no difference."

Gerald realized he probably would never be able to learn his cheap old man's gentle and friendly smile that was always on everyone, so he could only try to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Don't worry about falling, it won't hurt if you fall in the air, at most you'll just lose face, right?"

However, Gerald may have been overthinking things.

Aifanir, who had been adept at incantations since childhood, only needed a helping hand at the very beginning. All that was left was to watch the banshee carry out all the subsequent actions.

After ascending the thirteenth step made of wind, a fresh breeze wafted from the space not controlled by the Pegasus and landed beside Aifanil.

So the succubus took the initiative to grab the wind.

Since crossing the sea of ​​chaos and hearing the voices of the souls for the first time, Aefaniel felt something different from the depths of his heart for the first time in his life.

calm.

The angry whispers that had lingered for millennia faded from his ears, and the unforgettable legacy of suffering was temporarily left behind.

Only a gentle breeze caresses my face and slowly approaches my side.

Gravity was in vain, and could only witness the young Banshee Queen stopping at the highest point, slowly casting her gaze upwards at the ceiling blocked by the ship's insulation layer.

"Would you like to get some fresh air, Aphrodite?" Gerald had already released his left hand and simply watched quietly as the young banshee learned to walk in the air.

His gaze fell upon the dome above his head: "Unfortunately, unlike the Tower of Words, this place is not connected to the sky."

"...To be precise, it can connect to the sky."

After remaining silent for a long time, Aifanier turned his head. This time, his eyes no longer held the confusion and aloofness of before, only a trace of hesitation remained: "When docked at Rhodes Island, damage to the ship's hull will only be transmitted to the operations room through alarms, not through PRTS. Therefore, it will not cause any impact if isolated by incantations."

He gently swung the bone pen in his hand, and a wisp of wind mingled with the incantation, falling from the ceiling above.

Thus, the outer layer, hard enough to withstand artillery fire, was pulverized by the wind and the incantation into its most original form, like melted butter. The restored incantation then placed it aside, preventing the sensor from acting inhumanly.

In the instant the wind and the incantation dissipated, the azure sky behind the void appeared before them, causing the banshee and the pegasus to squint at the same time.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds above and fell on their faces.

The young succubus queen slowly turned her head, a faint smile curving her lips.

For elite operators familiar with him, such a scene is probably rarer than the rarest treasures. Even if someone were willing to spend a fortune to buy this scene, it would likely end up being priceless.

"Thank you," he said softly, "Father."

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On the other side, about five minutes ago.

The monitoring room was deathly silent.

All the elite operators witnessed what was happening on the field, although the battle lasted only a short time, and for most of the time the two people in the video were talking rather than actually doing anything.

Even so, the destructive power of that Pegasus was enough to make most of the operators in the room blush with shame.

Because everyone knows just how unfathomable Logos' capabilities truly are.

If we were to rank the current operators on Rhodes Island by strength, this new Banshee Queen would definitely be in at least the top three. Whether it's her use of spells or her ability to use wind as a protective force, her influence is like radiation, covering almost every aspect of the battle without any blind spots.

For example, during the Chernobog operation in January, without Logos providing pre-battle protection for the operators, their casualties would have been at least ten times higher than they are now, instead of just a few scattered deaths in that cold city. Not to mention the unbelievable scenario of rescuing high-risk enemy targets as a result.

Based on this, they witnessed firsthand how Pegasus had severed all of Logos's incantations in a single, fleeting moment before their visual senses could even register it.

This feeling is like witnessing Dr. Kal'tsit giving a medical knowledge test to a newcomer, only to be utterly crushed and defeated by her—it's incredibly damaging to their worldview.

I hope these two have a good relationship.

Huang, who had been amused, could no longer laugh. She could only clasp her hands together and pray that the two of them wouldn't have a bad relationship. If they encountered a scene of loving father and filial son or "Is Aifanir my son?", then this ship would probably be torn to pieces within a few days.

Thankfully, the two people in the video haven't started fighting yet.

Although Dr. Kal'tsit will most likely be very angry because the physical examination was not completed, it is better to let Dr. Kal'tsit be patient for now rather than causing the engineering department a huge headache later.

Speaking of the engineering department… Huang looked around and suddenly realized two things:

Kroos isn't here? And neither are Amiya and Dr. Kal'tsit?

Although it's a good thing that the cute little rabbit CEO happened to miss the scene that would raise her blood pressure, what would happen to delay the testing of this level of monster?

"Touch, Touch."

So Huang shamelessly switched to her childlike mode. She knew that if there was a problem she didn't understand, asking this gentle and meticulous 'touch mark' was always the right thing to do: "Have you seen Dr. Kal'tsit and Kroos?"

“Huang? Sorry, I’m not entirely sure about their exact route.” Caprini, who habitually wore goggles, turned to look at the large cat beside her. “However, on the way here, I saw them heading towards the ship’s exit. Amiya was there too. They were probably going to the docking point near Tremont?”

...At this time?

Huang felt she had grasped a detail, and from this detail, it seemed that Dr. Kal'tsit and the others probably weren't going to Trimont City... But when it came to the next deduction, she became completely confused again.

Putting aside the possibility of some ultimate secret mission, even in the most important situation, shouldn't someone at least keep an eye on these two top combatants currently on Rhodes Island?

What if they really dismantle the boat if we let them graze freely?

And in the very next second that she was thinking.

In Huang's line of sight, something suddenly flashed past outside the door that wasn't fully closed.

This discovery made her instantly ignore the loud noise that suddenly came from the screen, and she focused intently on walking outside the monitoring room, wanting to follow that fleeting trace.

The one just now, it looked like some black text that was gradually extending outwards.

text?

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After returning to the ground from the air, the two people's state of mind were completely different.

Four words are enough to describe it.

...Of course, in some other places, the father and son also showed a tendency to agree on some points.

For example, after standing silently for a moment, Aifanier suddenly asked Pegasus a question: "I'm thinking about a question, Father."

“Go ahead,” Gerald said, walking over to his son to hear his thoughts.

"Based on the scene just now, if I were to infuse the wind into a spell to clash with you, would it transform into a sharp blade to strike you, or would it, like a failed spell, backfire on me?"

Aifanier rested his chin on his bone pen, recalling what had just happened: "Considering the situation just now, the wind will still be more willing to listen to your will, and my manipulation may only have the opposite effect."

Gerald was silent for a moment, looked down at the sword flowing in his right hand as it transformed into incantations, then looked up again: "Shall we give it a try?"

“I disagree. Mother would be very disappointed by this, based on her description of you in her memories,” Afanier replied honestly, pointing to Gerald’s right hand. “Besides, Mother may have deliberately set up a spell that automatically triggers when she encounters me. If you try to fight back, you’ll most likely suffer.”

"While I don't want to suppress your personality, could you perhaps reduce the amount of embellishment? It seems neither Ramalen nor I are this way of speaking."

“Okay, then—Mother will beat you to death, Father.” Aifanier nodded, quickly switching to his usual rhetoric. “I don’t want to get scolded along with her.”

"In that case, I can create a phantom image."

Gerald nodded, the skill he learned from Muirse was the right thing to do at this moment: "Although it's far from my own strength, this way it won't be considered that you attacked me first... Ramaren shouldn't care about this kind of thing, right?"

"Using virtual reality as your avatar?"

Aifanil frowned. His intuition told him that this didn't seem like an idea that could successfully verify his conjecture, but his subconscious told him that it might be interesting: "I know, I can give it a try."

After obtaining Evanil's consent, Gerald's smile grew even brighter.

As expected of his child, his thirst for knowledge is exactly the same.

Gerald then gently raised his right hand, and a barely perceptible stream of air gathered at his fingertips, swirling up the remaining dust from the pit in the ground and outlining a shape similar to his own.

A phantom took shape in the wind, its misty lines outlining its torso, limbs, and face. Although it had no facial features, the lines of its outline were sharp as blades, faintly exuding an aura similar to its true form.

"Then I'll go."

With a gentle turn of his bone pen, Afanier's pale tip sliced ​​through the air, etching his incantation into the wind beside him.

"—Vertical."

As Aifanir uttered those two words in a low voice, the wind and the incantation intertwined and instantly solidified into form.

Where the bone pen pointed, words and air currents suddenly converged, forming a storm as sharp as a blade. The power of the incantation flowed in the wind, transforming into a straight line that hurtled toward the phantom created by Gerald.

The phantom swayed slightly in the wind, while Gerald stood to the side, intently observing Aifanil's movements, ready to intervene in the wind's direction at any moment to verify their conjecture.

However, at the very moment Aphrodite's spell was cast—

"what."

"what."

The two of them realized something at the same time.

If we say that Aifanir manipulated the wind by finding a few wisps of wind around Gerald in a space that Gerald did not actively control, thus allowing him to control the flow of the wind.

So when he cast a spell on the wind and made it collide with the wind that Gerald had always protected, the winds did not turn against their young master.

On the contrary, it should be seen as the greatest blessing.

boom------------!!!!

The wind speed suddenly surged, and the spell released by Aifanir exploded the moment it collided with the phantom. The airflow was continuously compressed, squeezed, and folded, as if injected with several times the original power, expanding to an uncontrollable degree in a short instant.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the stadium, and shockwaves surged out like a flood. The special alloy floor of the training field was directly cut by the wind blades, shattering into pieces. The hard material was stripped away into fine dust, which was swept into the storm, swirling and dispersing in the air, turning into a sky full of sand and dust.

The trajectory of the wind swept forward like a giant blade stretching across the heavens and earth, tearing through the shield barrier of the training ground. The light source hanging high above was shattered by the shockwave, scattering fragments everywhere. The originally smooth alloy coating on the walls was instantly plowed away, leaving jagged marks that resembled the repeated slashing of a sword against a shield.

Then, in the next moment, everything returned to silence.