When she opened her eyes again, the first thing Miss Margaret saw was an unfamiliar ceiling, and the delicate crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling.

The chandelier was lit up, emitting a soft dull yellow glow.

She stared at the chandelier for a long time, until she was fully conscious, and then she remembered what had happened before she fell unconscious.

Damn, I shouldn't have trusted Claire!

She cursed in her heart, raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, and slowly sat up from the bed. The slight jolting sensation under her body and the dizziness that kept coming from her mind made her feel extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.

This made her appear to be a little seasick, and it reminded her that they had not yet returned to the surface, still adrift on the crow in the ocean called "Sky".

It's terrible!

The pale girl began to look around, she was looking for the window, thinking that she might as well make sure where the airship had floated, whether she could still see the outline of the Holy White City, how long would it take to get back to the place where she took off as fast as she could? However, when she looked around, she was desperate to find that this room had no external windowsill at all, and was surrounded by carved wallpaper, which looked particularly golden in the light.

"This group of designers is shit!"

Miss Margaret scolded the first swear word in her life in a very unladylike manner.

Floating in the sky, who wouldn't want to look at the clouds around them, no matter how luxuriously and beautifully the room is decorated, what's the point? There are so many mansions on the ground!

"Smack!"

A loud noise suddenly came from the door, and the complaining girl shivered.

"I won't let anyone hear it, this is the first time I've sweared!

She nervously turned her head to look at the door, only to hear another "bang", and the door was suddenly slammed open by a huge force, and a blood-stained man suddenly broke into her eyes.

"Yikes!"

The sudden fright caused the noble lady to scream at once, and it was only immediately that she realized that this young man covered in blood was actually her brother! He carried an oil lamp in his left hand, a long sword in his right hand, blood dripping from his forehead, and a dagger stuck diagonally on his back shoulder pointed at the place of the heart.

"Claire!"

The girl let out an exclamation, an unexpected horror that almost rattled her brain, one moment she was still whining "carefree", and the next moment her brother broke into her room with a serious injury.

What happened?

She realized that something terrible seemed to have happened on the airship, so she immediately jumped out of bed and rushed forward to quickly try to hold the somewhat shaky man in front of her. But before she could step forward, Carlisle raised the sword in his hand to stop her.

"Margaret, are you normal?"

"What...... What do you mean. The girl's hair stood on end, but before she could react, Claire, who had been staring at her face, suddenly put the sword back and let out a long breath.

"It's okay...... Luckily, you're normal. He took in a few breaths of air with difficulty, locked the door with his hand, and slid to the floor as if he had lost all his strength.

"If even you are controlled, then I really can't do anything. ”

"Claire, are you alright, Claire?"

Margaret threw herself in front of Claire. Intelligent, she had already faintly sensed what was going on on the airship from the other party's "gibberish".

Claire is attacked by the crew! Except for her and Claire, the crew of the airship is controlled!

This terrible fact made Margaret break out in a cold sweat. She knew that their situation was already very dangerous, but she didn't have time to think about the crew at the moment, and she had to save Claire first, or they would be bleeding to death.

The girl immediately pulled out the dagger that was stuck in Claire's back shoulder, and pressed her slender palm against Claire's wound, ignoring the blood splattering. In an instant, the blood that flowed out of it began to flow upwards as if it had broken free from gravity, returning from the wound to where it should have flowed. The blood-stained marks on the clothes began to shrink rapidly, the wounds began to heal, the torn clothes were sewn back together, and in just a few minutes, a dying man returned to his best condition, as if he had jumped from this moment in time to the previous moment.

Backtracking!

This is Miss Margaret's proudest heart. This power can retrace the state of any object to a certain time in the past, and with enough mental power, she can continue to push this time period forward. Although she could only trace the tangible things at the moment, the High Priest of the Red Lotus Temple had told her that the potential of this mental image was incomparably great, and as long as she continued to grow, she would sooner or later be able to come into contact with the intangible things, and even touch the taboos of life and time.

"Claire, are you feeling better?"

Miss Margaret's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and "backtracking" was not something that could be easily activated, and in just a few minutes of use, it had almost exhausted the power of her mental image, and her whole head was filled with a sharp tingling sensation. It's just that she doesn't have the time to care about her own state, and the most important thing at the moment is to get outside information from Claire.

"Much better...... Claire, still a little pale, tried her best to squeeze out an ugly smile, but just as he was about to continue speaking, a loud "bang" came from behind him.

"They're coming!"

The red-haired young man's face immediately changed, and he sprang up at once, regardless of the violent dizziness, he stubbornly pressed against the door of the house, raised his long sword in his right hand, and aimed it directly from the door panel.

"Whew!"

The sound of piercing the door at the same time as an object sounded, and then a "gurgling" sound that seemed to be a throat tightening began to appear, and it was only after a few moments passed until Claire withdrew her sword and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground that the door fell to the ground again.

"It's ......"

Staring at the blood flowing from the sword's body, Miss Margaret couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. She suddenly realized that the brother in front of her was actually a little strange. Piercing the throat of the person behind the door with a sharp sword is far from being possible with the strength and accuracy required by an ordinary swordsman!

"Claire, you ......"

His brother may not want to be as unlearned as he thought, and this discovery made the girl in a trance, and she only felt as if the whole world had suddenly changed from this awakening. However, Claire obviously did not intend to give her this time to adapt to such changes, he grabbed the oil lamp on the ground, stuffed it into the girl's hand, and then took the girl's hand, opened the door and ran out.

"Margaret, I know you have a lot to ask, but now we must get back to the cab at once. Take this oil lamp, whether we can survive or not depends on it. ”

Margaret was held on the back and almost fell to the ground, but thanks to years of dancing practice, she managed to control her balance and followed her brother past the crew who had fallen outside the door.

"Who controls them?"

"Sercy!"

Claire came from the front with a voice of regret and anxiety, "I shouldn't have brought you on an airship. I thought I had lied to her, but now it seems that I was naïve. ”

"Sercy?" The girl was stunned, and then she immediately realized who Claire was talking about, "Black Scales, Witch!?"

"How is that possible?" the girl's face was full of disbelief: "Why did she ......"

A frog sticks its head out of Claire's jacket pocket and makes a "quack" scream.

"She's coming to kill us!"