The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start o

The alarm sounds on Base Reid.

I'll get dressed as a pilot jacket soon. Well, it's not a big deal, 'cause you can't just get in the cockpit with a robe or armor. Hold a dedicated helmet and fly out to the airport.

Trovaon, a love machine, runs to its most. Run up the ladder to the cockpit quickly and jump on the seat. While fastening the seat belt, activate the copy core (navigation) and move to the starting position.

SS mechanics perform checks from the outside to quickly perform the removal of replacement magic tanks and ladders.

If you shifted your gaze to the left, Early was boarding aircraft number two and proceeding with the launch procedure. Marcus' head, also wearing a special helmet, was visible on the third plane over there.

In front of the wall on the south side of the base, there are three TF-2 Drakens lined up, with Falke, a Shapeshifter fighter, standing by at the front and west walls.

The magic comms built into the dedicated helmet rang.

"This is Base Reid. Sending latest position of enemy group from Sovereign '

"Roger, Reid.... than Trovaon 1, two, three, ready?

I call on the bureaucratic plane as I reply.

"This is Trovaon Two. You can always do this."

Unit three, ready.

Early and Marcus responded. This is followed by a reading from Mr. Bell.

"Uh, Jin, can you hear me?

"Draken1, go ahead."

"Hmm, I'm not used to calling signs..."

"More magic stories fly than ever. Not now, but maybe sometime you won't know, will you?

"Uh, from Draken 1, Trovaon 1. We're all set."

Reworded, Mr. Bell. I grinned in the cockpit.

"Copy, Draken1. From Trovaon 1, Falke Leader, how about you?

"From Falke1, Trovaon1. Ready to launch, please give instructions'

"Trovaon one, roger....... Base Reid. This is Trovaon Leader. All units, ready to go."

"Base Reid, roger. Permission granted to launch. Currently, northeasterly winds, wind speeds of three meters - '

Confirm the GO signature from the copy core Reid.

"From Trovaon Leader to each plane! All planes on the move. Departure in the order of the Falke, Draken and Trovaon."

As I hear back from Roger, I first watch the Falke fighters fly out of the plane the most. Because if you jump up at the same time, you might collide with other planes. Fly correctly in order.

A small wedge-shaped fighter rising with floating magic sprays a single engine and jumps up into the northern sky. Four Falke flies, followed by Mr. Bell's Draken Custom. Two more Normal Drakens. After they pass our front, it's Trovaon's turn at the end.

Fluffy and floating fuselage. While pointing the neck north, raise the altitude to avoid hitting the engine injection on the rear Early's No. 2, then open the throttle.

The T-4 demon stone engine pulls a red blast flame, and the trovaon flies. The G on the body due to sudden acceleration is irresistible because the correcting machine eases it.

Four preceding Falke and three Draken are also forming at cruise speeds. After I catch up too, I'll adjust the speed and match it with the rest of the formation, while I wait for the next Early, Marcus.

As a total of ten fighters aligned themselves, they headed north as a group of flying dragons approached.

The Duke of Jarzy, who was at Chlordis Castle, had received magical communications from the base 'Base Reid' of Gin Tokitumo.

"He said it was a huge crowd of Wyburns!?

The voice surprised the chief knight who was in his office, as well as the servants. Jarzy shouted with momentum at the comms.

"So, Jin! How are you going to handle that!?

"We're on our way to intercept now"

Reached on the bass reid relay is the voice of Jin. To a calm voice that doesn't seem disturbed, Jarzy suppresses the rage of his own emotions.

"But... as many as thirty Wyburns. How many Guided Injection Bullets (Missiles) are there?

"No problem."

"What?

The Duke doubted his ears. Chief Knight Fleck, who was watching the interaction, gives orders gesturing to the servants to leave the room.

'As long as we intercept him in time, it doesn't matter. And I'll actually make it.'

"... so the Wyburns can repel...?

"Of course, I intend to, Duke."

Beyond the comms machine, Jin seemed to laugh.

'It's just that irregularities are an accessory to things. While this one is intercepting at full capacity, I have trouble getting a sneak look at the dragon. I want you to be prepared.' Cause we can't rush this one any time soon. '

"Okay. Prepare the people of Clodis so they can evacuate at any time."

And I'll have a portable missile launcher that I gave away from Willidis.

But the thirty Wyburns - the sight it raided - came through the back of his brain, and Jarzy breathed in small, spitting it out quietly.

"Brother, please..."

There were more clouds. Though the clouds are standing low, they do not seem to affect aerial warfare at all, as the flying altitude of the flying dragon is considerably below the clouds.

Fighter fleet with demonic stone engines that don't fly through vast plains. Alternate views of the sky visible from its canopy and the magic wave emitter - the magic radar - on the console panel in the cockpit of Trovaon.

Eventually, they were visible. You're a guy called Taliho.

A bunch of black, powerful, winged Wyburns. Each size is bigger than this fighter. However, it is not always advantageous to have large figures in air warfare.

Visually confirmed. Bogey...... no, I know it's enemy, so I guess it's bandit. I think he said something like that - okay.

There's plenty of prey!

Mr. Bell seemed wary.

"From Draken1, Trovaon Leader. Hey, Jin, let's storm!

"Easy, Draken1. The number of enemies is high. Let's start by reducing the number."

Honestly, we're practically inexperienced in battle in formation, even if we train individually. Besides, if we fly more than ten of each other and do air warfare, we can't risk collisions between allied planes.

Whatever it is, reduce the number. If we're gonna talk more or less about numbers, it's three times over here.

"Each aircraft is better than the Trovaon Leader. Preemptive attack with anti-flying dragon guided missile. Fit the tactical link in the navigation and lock the target."

Navigation, do me a favor - the Trovaon-mounted Navigation responds to my instructions.

The tactical link here is to communicate with each aircraft's navigation, so that separate targets are not hit by missiles on the same target during pre-emptive attacks such as this one.... To be honest, I don't know if it's the right term.

Soldier outfits, guided injection rounds (missiles)!