A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Simply shift gears and then pull down a joystick.

Compared to controlling the tail fin or side fins, this is far too simple.

Without thinking, Bray pulled down the joystick and then tried to turn left.

With a "whoosh," the airship successfully accelerated and even made a turn.

Unfortunately, the airship is also flipping, and if this continues, it will completely turn upside down.

Moreover, its altitude is still decreasing, and it won't be long before it crashes smoothly.

"..." Dorothea knew that if she let Bray play around like this, something bad would happen sooner or later.

She didn't speak, but instead raised her left hand and used magic to forcefully lift the airship.

As long as the airship is still flying, she can accept it.

“There seem to be a lot of obstacles in front of us,” Bray said, squinting his right eye at Dorothea, who was still towing the airship.

"For example?"

"For example, flying snakes, and winged cows."

"Silver seed?"

"No."

"Give me a few minutes." Dorothea tossed the magazine aside and opened the hatch.

The intense turbulence outside the airship was enough to throw a normal person off, except for Dorothea.

She steadied herself by grabbing the edge of the hatch with one hand.

However, a lot of things inside the airships were flying out with a whooshing sound.

"..." Dorothea was constantly being hit on the back by things.

Although those things couldn't even shake her balance, they still made her extremely unhappy.

It's as unpleasant as being harassed by bored people every now and then.

The monsters were blocking the way in groups, and Bray couldn't turn around. It would be troublesome if he didn't kill them all.

Otherwise, Dorothea wouldn't have left the cabin.

Dorothea gripped a spear in one hand and hurled it against the current towards the distant monsters.

The spear seemed to have a life of its own, swirling and flying through the air, piercing through one monster after another.

The monster's blood mist blurred the sky, some of which landed on the airship's cockpit window.

In less than five minutes, all the monsters blocking the way crashed before the airship could pass.

"Bang." Dorothea snorted, closed the hatch, and tidied her long hair that had been messed up by the wind.

“I suddenly want to go back,” she said to Bray, who was piloting the airship.

"Don't be so willful, Your Majesty."

"We've already flown so far away from Snowwind Fortress, turning back would be a huge loss."

"..." Dorothea finally listened to Bray's advice and sat down obediently.

"Also, didn't I tell you before, don't cross your legs?" Bray said abruptly just as she was about to cross her legs to continue reading the magazine.

Dorothea awkwardly placed her legs flat on the ground and rolled her eyes at Bray's retreating figure.

"How far is that silver-type creature that's supposedly 'guarding the gate'?" Bray, oblivious to Dorothea's charming eye roll, casually asked her about the distance.

"Almost there," Dorothea replied after checking the route.

The terrain in this area hasn't changed, so flying down like this won't lead you astray.

"Snap." Just as the two were chatting harmoniously, a discordant sound rang out from outside the airship.

"Something's blocking the way again?" Dorothea frowned her beautiful brows. She had just cleared out a bunch of them, so why were there still some blind fools rushing over?

“No, no.” Bray shook his head.

"Crack!" Another discordant sound rang out.

“…” Both Bray and Dorothea fell silent.

"What exactly happened?" Dorothea's intuition told her that Bray definitely knew what had happened.

"Do you really want to tell me?" Bray asked tentatively.

“Speak.” Dorothea looked up; Bray had to answer her question.

“It looks like a few pieces of the airship’s hull are missing,” Bray sighed.

A piece of metal that flew away from Bray's eyes was covered with graffiti that Bray quite liked.

Why do you think the outer shell would start peeling off when everything was fine?

“Your airships must not have been used in a long time.”

"Indeed... I haven't used it for two or three years."

"No wonder, it wasn't properly maintained." Bray was helpless about it; he felt quite accomplished that the airship could be operated like this on short notice.

I simply can't learn how to repair airships.

"Do you have a way to fix it?" he then asked Dorothea expectantly.

This empress, with her vast treasure trove, might just have a way to repair airships in mid-air.

"Ah, another one flew away." Dorothea didn't speak, but pointed to a piece of metal that had flown away. "BOOM!!!!!" The steel monster in the sky plummeted straight down.

A shallow crater was smashed into the ground, and some unlucky monsters suffered as a result.

"..." Dorothea looked at the damaged airship with a serious expression.

Dorothea didn't know how to repair airships, so when only the skeleton remained, she could only watch helplessly as it crashed.

She stood calmly in front of the wreckage of the airship, arms crossed.

She had considered that the airship might be destroyed halfway through the journey, but she never imagined it would self-destruct. She thought it would be shot down by the Silver Seed.

Thick smoke still rises from the wreckage of the airship, and metal plates are scattered all over the ground.

"Cough cough..." Bray climbed out from under the airship, coughing several times as he was choked by the smoke.

"You're quick." He looked up and saw that Dorothea wasn't even covered in dust, and couldn't help but say in surprise.

“I jumped down beforehand,” Dorothea said.

She pulled open the hatch and jumped from the sky without even using a parachute.

Poor Bray, still struggling in his death throes, hoped to save the airship.

For Dorothea, the airship being destroyed was no big deal.

What concerned her even more was how to get back.

Should we go back again? Dorothea didn't really want to.

If all else fails, Dorothea might have Bray arrange for a tow truck to take her back.

"You seem to really like this airship," Dorothea asked, noticing Bray's expression.

“I quite like it.” Bray didn’t like the airship itself, but rather the graffiti on it.

"Really? If it's all over, I might be able to send you one."

"real or fake?"

"A promise made is a promise kept," Dorothea said quietly.

Anyway, those airships are just gathering dust there, so giving them to Bray won't hurt.

I probably won't drive Bray myself after I get it; I'll keep it as a collectible.

Dorothea thought so, but whether Bray would actually do it was another matter.

“How much longer until we reach our destination?” Bray asked.

After the airship crashed, they found themselves in a place full of stone pillars.

In some places, the rock formations look like something that exploded and then solidified overnight.

The rocks were covered with bright red dust, giving the illusion that it would be very hot even though the surrounding temperature was not high.

"Judging from this terrain, we should be almost there." Dorothea stretched out her hand, making a gesture of looking out.

She had been to this place before and had some recollection of it.

"Speaking of which, you knew there was a Silver Seed here, so why didn't you kill it?" Bray asked curiously.

Dorothea's tone suggested that she had never been in contact with the Silver race.

Actually, this is a question that Bray wanted to ask earlier.

Since Dorothea appears capable of dealing with most Silver-ranked creatures, it's unlikely she would refrain from engaging with them simply because she can't defeat them.

“Because it’s too much trouble,” Dorothea said, her back to Bray.

"trouble?"

"Yes, you'll find out soon enough." She didn't explain immediately, but instead led the way.

Dorothea was already being very generous to Bray by letting him lead the way.

As for why Dorothea didn't explain immediately, Bray soon found out.

Because Dorothea didn't need to explain much; seeing the scene firsthand was enough to make it clear instantly.

“This is where that strange silver species is located,” Dorothea said, pointing her thumb to her side.

What lay before Dorothea and Bray was a labyrinth made of rock.

The walls of the maze were made of the same material as the rocks on the path, as if they had been sprinkled with red powder.

Rather than a maze, Bray felt it was more like a steamer.

He had a premonition that he might get roasted alive if he went in.

Although these stones on the road did not exhibit any high-temperature characteristics.

"That silver-type is different from the others; it has been guarding this place all along."

Normal silver-tier monsters wouldn't move an inch like this one.

That's why Dorothea said that He might be guarding something.

The outer layer of the maze here is very hard, so hard that it's almost too rigid.

Dorothea once attacked the outer walls here, but found it to be completely useless.

The labyrinth itself was even tougher than the various silver creatures Dorothea had encountered.

Besides, if she guessed the maze wrong, it must be a product of a concept.

The results generated by concepts are irreversible.

Even if Dorothea's existence can negate the concept, it still cannot change the fact that this labyrinth exists.

So she gave up on this place and ignored it completely.

The reason, of course, is that it's too time-consuming.

“You could try slashing it with your sword; it might have a surprising effect,” Dorothea suggested.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Bray had originally intended to strike the outer wall of the maze with his sword.

After all, when in doubt, a decisive strike is always a safe bet.

Getting hit is a win.

Bray mustered all his strength and unleashed a powerful strike.

Then the exterior walls here remained completely still.

“That’s very suspicious.” Bray nodded emphatically, agreeing with Dorothea’s guess.

"Yes, it's very suspicious." Dorothea also felt that her guess was correct.

"Oh, right, afterwards, find something to take me back to Snowwind Fortress," she said, remembering the most important thing.