On a seemingly unremarkable carrier plane that had just taken off from Nagasaki, the green-haired girl nervously grabbed the handrail next to the seat.... To be more precise, the feeling of hypergravity that made many people feel uncomfortable when taking off made this girl whose memory was stuck 400 years ago forget the feeling of riding an airplane.

"Look, look!" Quickly forgot the initial nervousness and fear, and excitedly tugged at Camillo's sleeve.

Through the window, the endless sea of clouds below completely attracted the girl's attention. Imagine that 400 years ago, this would have been a spectacle that would have been impossible for humans to see, and of course any child who was flying for the first time would have had the same reaction.

Such a good nature, in fact, the moment he saw this green-haired girl, it was destined that he would not feel that this trip would be easy.

[This haunting woman. Bartley shuddered slightly.

Crovis's death made him think that he would never see this woman who was equal to disaster, but he didn't expect to appear in front of him again.

However, the anomaly.

"Doodoo...."

Just then, a communication bell rang in the cabin.

"I'm sorry...."Bartrey stood up, bowed slightly to Kamiyu, and ran to a quiet place to answer the phone.

"Jeremia...."Just as Bartary left, Kamiyu beckoned to Jeremia in the passenger seat.

"Your Highness."

"Are you all ready?"

"Rest assured, Your Highness, everything is fully prepared." Jeremia, who said this, curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a hearty smile.

"Let's get started!" Glancing back at Bartley, who was nodding his head, Kamiyu also showed a slight smile.

The smoothly flying plane suddenly appeared with a violent turbulence, and the unprepared Bartley stumbled, and the communicator in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"Warning, this machine has encountered a malfunction, please prepare for evacuation of the personnel on board." The cabin's voice rang out over the radio.

"What the hell is going on?" Bartley shouted in panic.

He is just a technical person who does not go to the battlefield much, and at the same time, he is also a general who has enjoyed a peaceful and hedonistic life for too long, and in the face of this situation, he naturally can't help but be at a loss.

"I'm sorry, General." Jeremia walked over with a huge backpack.

"We had a strong turbulence and one engine failed, so in order to lighten the load, all the crew had to be prepared to skydive."

With that, Jeremiah began to slip his large backpack over Bartlet's body.

"But... Never have I ever jumped a parachute! .... Oh! You're hurting me! ”

"Of course I know that, otherwise I wouldn't have put on a parachute for you." Jeremiah had never been polite to Bartlets, no matter what the strength was right or not.

"Wait.... This is His Highness's car, why is there such a gaffe? However, the pain seemed to make Bartley wake up a little, and he began to babble about holding Nagasaki Air Base and the crew responsible.

"Oh oh ~ oh oh ~ oh oh ~ what's going on?" I don't know if it was the airflow or Bartlet's words that angered the captain, and the fuselage began to move violently again.

"Things seem to be very bad." Jeremia pulled Bartley towards the back of the cabin.

"But, what about Your Highness!?" Bartlet's loyalty is truly commendable, and he doesn't forget to keep an eye on Camillo's situation at this life-threatening moment.

"Rest assured, Bartlet. You're the only one who hasn't had formal training to skydive. Just as Bartley looked at Kamiyu, he noticed that the other party was already wearing his skydiving equipment and checking it.

Just as Bartley was stunned, a strong air current poured into the cabin, and the cold wind howled, filling everyone's hearing, and only by roaring hard could they barely hear the words of those who were close at hand. (If you open the side door, because the pressure inside and outside is different, it is easy for people inside to be blown outside, and the plane will be bumpy for a short time, and it is easy to have a major accident.) ）

"Alright, please come over here, General!"

Although Jeremiah's tone was very polite, his actions were very rude, and he dragged Bartre to the huge hatch behind the transport plane.

"Alright, now start listening to me carefully and remember every word I say!"

Bartlet nodded repeatedly.

Just the thought of the helpless 'giant mouth' behind him made Bartlet's heart furious. However, for Jeremia, a batary who is already at a loss is more convenient.

"The Emperor's equipment is impeccable, so each parachute comes with GPS, and now the coordinates we are in are...."Jeremia, who commentated, raised his hand and looked at the tactical watch on his wrist.

"32.657N, 130.019E (32.657°N, 130.019°E) is right in the middle of the sea in the bay on the east side of the Nagasaki Peninsula. ）”

"Just activate the locator on your body, I believe that with the efficiency of the Coast Guard of District 11, you only need to soak in the sea for two hours and wait for rescue...."

Then Jeremia spoke at an incomprehensible speed and indoctrinate Bartlet's sluggish brain.

"Did you hear what I'm saying!?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Bartley cried out with a sad look on his face.

"Well, I'll say it again!" Jeremiah pointed to the clouds outside the cabin.

"As the plane passes through the expansive airflow, snap the button on your parachute and let the air in." Jeremia then turned her finger to the tab on Bartlet's shoulder.

"Open the main rucksack and press the blue button with the open sign, remember to open it hard, otherwise you will be a pile of minced meat on the surface of the sea, eaten by the fish until only bones are left!" I don't want the Coast Guard to go to the bottom of the sea and fish up your bones one by one. ”

"You mean pull away like this!?" Bartley was already dazed, and he pulled the tab of the parachute out of the thirty-seven-twenty-one.

"Not now, we're still on the plane, you this...."

"Ahhhh~~~~~h

Before Jeremia could scold, he saw that Bartlet's rucksack had been deployed, a red airbag floated out of the cabin with the wind, and the fully deployed parachute easily dragged Bartley, who weighed more than 240 pounds, out with the strong air current.

"Alright! Although there have been some twists and turns, at least our Excellency the General has finally successfully parachuted. Jeremia pressed the button to close the hatch, and his face was full of smiles.

"It's so bad I haven't even had time to say goodbye."

"I didn't expect your acting talent to be so good, Jeremia." Kamiyu chuckled and unhooked her backpack.

"I'm just following the normal process of explaining to General Bartlet, Your Highness."

It's a pity that the obvious schadenfreude on Jeremia's face betrayed his intentions. Jeremiah and Bartley had been on a stiff relationship before, and although they were now on the same side, he was happy with the opportunity to fix the other.

"Well~ at least succeeded in dragging the imperial brother for half a day."

Kamiyu pulled out a small remote control and pressed it casually. Bartlet's communicator, which had not yet hung up, suddenly flashed with a brief burst of sparks, and a faint smell of burnt mixed with the air inside the cabin.

"Your Highness, contact with General Bartley has been severed." Canon reluctantly put down the phone in his hand.

"It seems like something happened, and the communication was cut off very suddenly. It may have been issued by His Highness Kamiyu...."

"Not a possibility, but a certainty." Shonazel shook his head in annoyance.

Soon, he could only reluctantly accept the reality, anyway, he had been waiting for so long, the emperor shouldn't have made a big deal for such a day or two, right?

..........

In the Shuttardfeld family's mansion, a small tea table was placed in the courtyard, and a faint smell of black tea wafted through the air.

"Karen...."

The pink-haired teenager gently placed the teacup on the tray paper.

"What...."The red-haired girl seemed to realize that her tone was very vicious the moment she spoke, so she quickly closed her mouth.

"What's the matter?" The next moment, he returned to the quiet and weak voice of the sick lady.

"The Countess of Shupardfield has always complained that you have been out late late, and that you have always gone to the dangerous places on the outskirts of the concession."

"That woman is, taking advantage of her father's absence, fooling around with men outside. Why, you joined that woman's camp too? Karen replied angrily, or rather in reverse.

"Not really." Lukka raised his hands slightly, indicating that he did not want to dwell on the issue.

"The style of life of Madame Shüttardfield is not something I can ask, and perhaps you can report this question to His Excellency the Earl of Tüttardfield. And I'm just worried about your safety. ”

"I'm sorry.... I just hate that woman. ”

"Okay, then let's put an end to this unpleasant topic." Lukka thought for a moment and continued.

"That..... Maybe in another half a month or so, I will be leaving District 11. ”

"Leaving Area 11?" Karen looked at Luca in surprise, looking very concerned.

"Yes, anyway, I'm also a Knight of the Round Table, it's not okay to stay in this 11th area all the time, and there must be a limit to being lazy, right?"

"Yes..... How to say that you are also one of the strongest twelve Knights of the Round Table in the Empire....."

[Tell Zero ..... this information quickly]

However, Karen's low groan, in Luka's eyes, seemed to regret and regret her departure.

"By the way, this is a 05-year-old wine from my family's estate in my home country...."Luca took a dark bottle from the paper bag beside him.

"That's... We shouldn't be under 18 years old, right? Karen looked hesitantly at the bottle in Luca's hand.

"Of course, so you can keep it in your own cellar for a year.," Lukka smiled softly.

In fact, the Farrell family's wine estate is famous all over the world, and such a bottle of red wine that is more than ten years old is enough to make many nobles show off for a while.

"That's... Thank you very much for your kindness. "For Luca's gift, Karen really couldn't find any reason to refuse.

"Your Excellency the Marquis of Farrell...."Just as Lukka handed the bottle to Kalen, the shouts of the servants of the Shutadfeld family made him subconsciously look back.

At the same time, thinking that Karen had caught the bottle, Luka's palm slowly released. The bottle went down and passed by Kalian's hand.

There was no sound of the bottle shattering, and the bottle was firmly grasped by a delicate palm less than 10 centimeters above the ground.

Under Luka's stunned gaze, Karen secretly screamed that it was not good.