Editing City Series:Volume6a Chapter7 (section)

===Part 5===

Hazel had her vision taken from her again as she sat in the seat the Sylphide had shaped for her.

But she no longer felt any fear of the speed.

She could see everything. Two men she knew were launching attacks her way. They were really giving it their all.

Something Bermark had said echoed in her mind.

…''They aren’t your average opponent, huh?

She felt like she was fighting against that opponent now. And that she was on equal footing with them.

Of course, that was only an illusion.

“Sylphide, this is your power, isn’t it? Instead of running away to survive, you say you don’t want to run away, but you still use all this power to make sure you don’t die.”

<No one can block the Wind.>

And…

<The Wind blows with the Messiah.>

Hazel’s lips twisted a bit when she heard the Sylphide’s Erklärung.

“I’m not the Messiah, though. …Or do you want to be with me just because I have this Messiah eye?”

There was no response. Her vision simply continued flying through the sky.

Her vision pursued the black craft with the sun visible straight ahead.

“If all I am is your eye, maybe I have no choice but to do what you want.”

The Sylphide did not respond. It only ascended. Her chair transformed a little and the back tilted to match the angle of their ascent.

She smiled bitterly and then something occurred to her.

…''That explains why this craft isn’t wary of me.

“Am I the only one feeling so scared and getting so worked up over what I’m doing?”

Her smile grew even more bitter.

The Sylphide would not know what she was thinking. It only pursued the enemy craft flying up ahead of it.

Hazel’s eye saw the rear of the leading black craft. The giant sword Berger had swung earlier was trailing behind it like a tail and it was spewing powerful red heat from its back end.

The jets back there were almost all she could see.

The Sylphide’s Kunst Eyes took aim at them.

It was ready to fire and close enough to guarantee a hit.

Just then, Hazel saw the large sword trailing behind the other craft slowly rise up.

“–––––!?”

She knew who must have lifted it like that. The man with the Titel of Wild Hund stood perpendicular to the enemy craft’s back. Hazel shouted his name.

“Dog Berger!?”