Editing City Series:Volume1 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 7===

“This is surprisingly roomy.”

This was her first time in the cockpit. It was four meters wide and across and two meters high, it contained two primary seats side by side, and it had a secondary seat behind them.

Paul sat in the pilot seat on the right and Walter sat in the gunner seat on the left.

“Else, you’re a passenger, so please sit in that seat. Can you watch the radar?”

“You’re putting your passenger to work?”

“You have to pay the fare somehow, so please take care of this. We’re shorthanded.”

“That’s right. I had to do it all on my own before and it was not fun.”

She listened to Paul’s teasing tone of voice while sitting in the chair that supported her down to the ankles. Once she sat down, the back automatically changed angle.

“The back seems a little inadequate.”

“Oh, sorry. I never thought a woman would be sitting there, so it’s probably a little tight in the butt. What is your hip measurement?”

“Um, eighty-… Wait. What are you trying to get me to say!?”

“Oh, c’mon. I’m only asking to know more about the ship and out of simple curiosity.”

Meanwhile, Walter lightly tapped his seat’s armrests.

With a metallic sound, the armrests rotated upside down. Else saw two palm-sized metal spheres embedded in them. They controlled the field emitters. When using the Schwert and Kugel divine spell weapons, he would rotate the spheres to determine their direction.

“Walter, don’t use them too much. The output still isn’t at its best.”

“Got it.”

Walter’s tone hinted at a different mood from before.

Else looked up at him. The back of his seat was in the way, but she felt like she knew what expression was on his face.

“Okay, I’ve connected to the ship’s center of gravity. Professor, let’s get going.”

“Good, good,” said Paul in an aged-sounding tone. “dp-XXX Kaiserburg Form One – Strahlen Ritter takes flight!”

With a slight shaking, her vision quickly rose.

“Eh?”

They had ascended in an instant and she had not felt anything bearing down on her like she had expected.

Since the ship flew by manipulating gravity, it must have been able to neutralize inertia too.

She soon realized they had changed direction. It was strange how the ship did not tilt.

…''Wow.

Light began to flash on the radar in front of her. The device reacted to the fields emitted by spirit stones. There were twelve dots on the screen. The gauge said the radar was scaled by a factor of thirty thousand, so each centimeter on the screen represented three hundred meters. The enemy was approaching fast.

“Here they come! They’re directly ahead!”

“I see them.”

They had risen to about one hundred meters above Berlin. The forest around Else’s home was directly below. Beyond that was a group of stone-like buildings and the tops of brightly-painted housing complexes.

Dark dots were floating above all that and white clouds trailed behind them. The thin clouds were created by the temperature difference between the air and the vacuum formed as they cut through the air. They were contrails.

“Professor, I’m going to use two Schwert.”

“Okay, I’ll send the power around in five seconds. Don’t forget that the weapons can only use thirty percent of their power.”

After a short pause, Else saw something outside the cockpit window. It was light. The field emitters on the top and bottom of the ship were producing the divine sword of light known as a Schwert.

“Why is the military trying to get in our way? They really aren’t very bright.”

“But this ship has to be worth a lot. Sorry for thinking of it like a product, though.”

“You wouldn’t be able to sell it anyway. Different groups would try to steal it and a war would break out,” calmly explained Paul. “Once we fly to space, the entire world will have its eye on us, but we don’t plan to give it to anyone. We’re thinking about letting it sink to the bottom of the ocean or something like that.”

Else felt a chill.

These two men simply wanted to go to space and they were prepared to vanish afterwards.

“Professor, let’s go.”

With that, Walter placed his hands on the armrests.

The battle was about to begin.