With a series of roars, the first group of three planes left the airport one after another.
"Which side do you think will win?" Tilly asked.
"... Uh, should we bet on the Chaos Drinks?" Sylvie said uncertainly.
"No, just a guess," Camilla said with relief.
The latter seemed relieved. "Then I guess the second group. They're all selected from the First Army, right?"
"That's right." Tilly nodded. "What about you, Camilla?"
"It doesn't matter which side you're on, Your Highness." Camilla Dary sighed. "Although this thing is indeed magical, 30 people are equivalent to 10 Devilbeasts. Even if the number of Devilbeasts is doubled, it will still have a limited effect on the situation. I'm afraid it's not worth your attention."
"It's just for now," Tilly said with a smile. "When I first came to Neverwinter, there were only a few factories on the riverbank. Now, it's almost extended to the Port of Shallow. Besides, the Devilbeasts today haven't changed much since 400 years ago, but these things have changed several times in just half a year. Who knows what will happen in the future. "
"..." Camilla was silent for a moment. "I can't argue with you. But I still have to take care of Sleeping Island. I've been here for too long. "
"Sorry, I made you worry."
"No, Your Highness —"
"I know," Tilly said frankly. "You should have left Neverwinter after the Northern Expedition, but you stayed because of me. Thank you, Camilla. I'm fine now. "
The chief butler looked at her for a few seconds and then nodded slightly. "I understand. But I can't handle Sleeping Island alone. If you have time, you'd better go back and have a look. The witches who stayed behind are looking forward to your return. "
"... They still don't want to come to Neverwinter?"
"Yes. Some people are really... hurt too deeply. "
Although it was only a small part, it also meant that the bloody and cruel past had not completely disappeared.
Perhaps it would never disappear.
"I'll go back after we win the Battle of Divine Will," Tilly said.
"What if we can't win the war?"
Just then, the second group of planes roared across the runway.
Tilly didn't answer. Instead, she smiled and said, "The training has begun … Come on."
…
"Hey, do you think Her Royal Highness can really notice the movements of six planes at the same time?"
Finkin roared behind him. The airflow flowed along the fuselage, making whistling sounds. If they were facing the sea breeze, the noise would almost fill the entire cabin. If they didn't shout with all their might, they wouldn't be able to hear each other.
"That is His Highness' business. His Highness has the final say!" Goode roared back. At this moment, he noticed that four of the six "numbers" on the airfield in the distance had turned green, which meant that Team Two was taking off.
Since they couldn't stay in the academy's airspace, the three planes of Team One almost unanimously chose to take a detour toward the sea. He could not see the movements of Fighter Jets 4, 5, and 6, but there was no doubt that their opponents had noticed their route, so they would not immediately follow them. Climbing and accelerating required time, and rashly barging into the advantage zone of the first to fly would put them at a disadvantage.
"I feel a little nervous when I think Her Highness is watching me! If she can judge the direction of the crosshair, her line of sight must overlap with mine. Doesn't that mean she's in my arms — "
The plane plummeted a little.
Finkin, who had been interrupted, shouted, "What the hell are you doing? Can't you control it better? "
"I'm trying to save you, fool! If Her Highness can see the crosshair, do you think she can see your lips? You'll be lucky to go to the mine to mine! "
Finkin immediately shut his mouth.
Goode looked around through the gap between the upper wing and the fuselage. He could only vaguely see a black dot moving near the sea-level antenna in the distance, while the other plane was completely out of sight. Apparently, everyone had chosen to fight separately.
Apart from some basic concepts, Her Royal Highness had never taught them how to fight in the air. Everything depended on their own judgment. Perhaps even Her Highness herself didn't know — after all, the Aerial Knight was something that had never existed before, so it was normal for her to start from scratch.
Since there was no rule to defend, it was a safe move to choose an open airspace and wait for the opponent to be spotted before making a move.
He thought for a moment, then turned around and flew toward the Shallow Water Port.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To the west. Go around the factory area!"
"Go around? Isn't it better to wait for them here? "
"But that's just an equal opportunity!" Goode yelled as he turned around. "Think about it, how will they fly!"
He really didn't care about winning or losing, but the winner would obviously have a longer flight time.
"How else can they fly? When they get higher and faster, they can come to the sea to find us!"
That's right. Since they didn't know when the second group would be ready, the first group couldn't get an accurate time to attack, so they were more inclined to defend, just like the Knight who had chosen the battlefield and was waiting for the opponent to charge.
And there was a way for him to seize the best opportunity to attack first.
That was when the second group focused all their attention on the plane above the sea.
On open ground, it was difficult to escape detection when a group moved over a large area.
But the sky was not the same as the ground. In addition to left and right, there was also up and down.
"If only we can see them, but they can't see us, we can break the balance!" Goode said aloud. "You don't think they must have less practice than us, do you?"
"Ahaha … I see!" Finkin patted him on the shoulder. "I thought I was cunning enough. I didn't expect you to be even more cunning than me! But I like it. Let's do it! "
Cunning … Are you complimenting me or scolding me? Goode rolled his eyes, lowered the nose of the plane, and descended toward the sea. The plane's altitude quickly turned into speed, and the plane disappeared under the sea cliff. At the lowest point, the plane's wheels were almost level with the top of the mast of the ship, and such a low flight attracted the attention of the sailors on the ship.
When the plane flew over the Shallow Water Port, there were even cheers and whistles on the dock!
But the reaction of the immigrants was obviously different. They all stared at the sky with their mouths agape, looking terrified. There was even a slight disturbance in the queue to get off the ship.
"Don't fly too low. Otherwise, the police will report us and we'll have to clean the toilet for another month!" Finkin reminded.
"Don't worry. This distance should be enough." Goode slowly pulled back the control stick, and the plane gradually leaped out of the horizon and flew into the factory area. This area was equivalent to the west of the airport, where smoke rose all year round. It was unlikely that the second team would choose to ascend here.
"Huh?" Tilly, who was watching the sky through the Eye of Magic, let out a soft cry of surprise.
"That's … escaping?" Sylvie also noticed the scene.
"Probably because they can't sit still," Tilly said with a faint smile.
With the help of the Eye of Magic, she could see the entire sky clearly. The three biplanes of the second team had all taken off. Unlike the first team, the students of the First Army did not immediately go to the seaside to find their opponents. Instead, they continued to hover in the north until the third plane was ready and flew south in a row.
Although it took them a long time to assemble, the three biplanes did not stray too far away from each other.
"Interesting." Tilly thought to herself. She neither taught the students how to fight, nor did she arrange the air space and formation for the simulated battle. It could be said that it was their own decision whether to fight separately or in a group.
There was no doubt that no matter who won or lost, after today, the Flight Manual would no longer be blank in terms of combat content.
"Sure enough, they're not here." After confirming that there was no trace of the opponents, Goode immediately stepped on the accelerator to the limit. The plane roared as it climbed high into the sky. It was not until the wind gradually died down that he turned to the southeast.
There was no point of reference in the boundless sky. At this time, even if the students of the second team looked over, they would only regard the sesame-sized black dot as a goshawk.
The No. 2 plane circled around and returned to the Air Knight Academy from the rear.
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