Editing City Series:Volume6a Chapter7 (section)

===Part 8===

Berger saw the Sylphide’s evolution while he fell with blood scattering from his now-armless left shoulder.

He was falling upside-down, so he had to look “down” above him to see the blue craft’s bisection emitting light while its armor rapidly rearranged, the various power conduits reconnected, and it essentially sewed itself back together.

And it also used the opportunity to adjust the position of its engine.

“That’s doubly bad,” he said while looking over at Gelegenheit in his right hand. Its large blade was gone now, so it only looked like a staff as he held it.

He clicked his tongue.

“It’s bad once because delivering a critical blow only got it to evolve.”

He looked back toward the heavens to see the Sylphide slowly moving out ahead again.

It gradually built up speed while continuing its evolution.

The König Pseudo-Drach had descended from above to pursue its supposedly fallen foe, but now it panicked and was forced to move far out of the way without even a chance to attack.

After that, the black craft ignored the Sylphide and started flying straight toward Berger instead.

“And it’s bad twice because he might not reach me in time.”

He looked down to see the ocean surface rushing up toward him.

If he hit the water while falling this quickly, the impact would kill him. And even if he was lucky enough to somehow survive the impact, this was the Arctic Ocean in winter.

He would still die.

He smiled bitterly at that very simple fact.

But the bitter smile soon vanished because he felt some powerful air pressure descending on him from above.

“!?”

He heard a roar and he saw the bow of a giant aerial transport ship.

He also saw Bermark standing on that bow.

The man and bow changed course to move past Berger. They circled below him and approached.

“Still a reckless youth I see, Wild Hunt!!” said Bermark with a frown while he reached out his gloved right hand.

Berger held Gelegenheit in his mouth and grabbed the outstretched hand.

It was the hard mechanical hand of a Sein Frau.

Grabbing that was all he needed to do.

The aerial transport ship rapidly braked its descent which had surpassed freefall.

Bermark swung Berger around so he could land gracefully on the deck. After landing on his knees, Berger looked out ahead to see Bermark looking overhead while the wind blew in from the front.

“…”

He was watching the Sylphide accelerating away into the black sky.

It could only have one destination: the sky above the north pole.

As the transport ship redirected its falling speed to accelerate forward, the König Pseudo-Drach flew up alongside it.

Schweitzer poked his head up from the canopy-less cockpit and shouted a question.

“Is the lower docking port open!?”

“All the arrangements are in order,” ensured Bermark. “But there is one problem!”

“Eh? What’s that?” asked Berger while holding his left shoulder.

“The V-0 was launched,” said Bermark with a hint of annoyance.

“Hey, do you always have to sound so irritated about talking to me?”

Bermark ignored him, straightened up, and saluted the König Pseudo-Drach flying alongside them.

“It will hit in another 12 minutes. We must hurry!!”

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