Chapter 337

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When Lanse arrived at the rear of the airship, the members were already gathered. Below the railing, a stream of clouds was flowing rapidly.

This narrow balcony, which could only be reached through the side door of the guest room, was the perfect place for plotting a plot. Lance, who was looking around, spoke carefully.

“So, you really can’t see Navardose?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

The boys hesitated after hearing Ranse’s question.

Willump the Glassesman and Sensen the Spearman.

They were friends from the martial arts department who shared the same goals as him.

They all had a solemn look on their face, like they were going to war somewhere.

Willump, who was looking around like a meerkat, continued speaking.

“I overheard the professors talking in the hallway. The audience will be canceled for some reason. Damn it!”

“Ha...I was hoping for the wrong information.”

Lance sighed deeply. If this were to happen, he would eventually have to execute the operation.

It was also a very dangerous operation.

Seeing his troubled face, Sensen urged him.

“Lance. Why are you worrying so much? An opportunity like this will never come again.”

“Yes! Do you think there will be a day to come to Adren in the future? You may not know this, but this is our last time!”

In fact, it was closer to a plea rather than a urging.

Even if you were a student at Phileon Academy, coming to Adren was a huge task. Opportunities that are never given to others are provided in the form of school trips. Only Ronan’s bloodline, Lanse, was able to freely visit Adren.

“Lance. No, Ranse. Please!”

Willump grabbed Lanse’s trouser legs.

Sensen knelt down after him and began to bow his head repeatedly.

The people who were rescued while wandering in the desert seemed to be less desperate than this.

Lance squeezed his eyes shut as he looked at his friends in despair.

“...Okay, let go of this for now.”

“Oh, of course! It’s Lance of course!”

“Son of a hero!”

Dawn fell on the boys’ faces. I was so deeply moved that I was almost embarrassed.

As someone who actively supported the plan, I had nothing to say.

“Then I guess you brought the right supplies, right?”

“Of course. Look at this.”

Willump grinned. He took out a small mechanical device from his inner pocket. A round lens was attached to the cube that fit comfortably in the palm of his hand.

“This is an ultra-light camera commissioned directly from Didican Workshop. Not only is it as light as a feather, but it makes no sound so you don’t have to worry about being caught. Aren’t you going to kill me?”

“I’m asking just in case. You don’t usually do voyeurism, right?”

“What the fuck are you looking at me for? This thing was made only for today. The only subject that can be included here is the Mother of Fire.”

Willump growled.

The way he lowered his glasses and frowned was evidence that he had become extremely serious.

Lance waved his hand.

“sorry. “Calm down, I was wrong.”

“Yes. You can’t doubt my sincerity, Ranse. I still haven’t forgotten the picture I saw when I went to your house. The Mother of Fire standing with Ronan was really... amazing.” Sensen next to me nodded.

I was referring to Ronan’s graduation photo.

His eyes were sparkling as he reflected on Navardose’s appearance, like a child seeing the sky or the sea for the first time. It was a pitiful appearance that, if a third party saw it, would make them want to encourage suicide, but Ranse could not do that. Because he was also dreaming the same dream as the two people.

Lance said.

“Okay. Then, I’ll organize the plan. The first thing is to sneak into the Flame Palace in the center of the city. You don’t have to worry too much because you’ll go in through a secret passage, but you have to be good at fooling the professor and your friends.”

“This is accurate information, right? It’s not that I don’t believe what Ronan said, but...”

“I’m absolutely certain that I said it because I was drunk. After entering the palace, I will immediately swallow the invisibility potion. Sensei, did you take the awareness-blocking scroll?”

“of course”

Sensen took out three scrolls from her pocket and waved them.

The awareness-impairing scroll produced by the Acalusia family was a luxury item he had purchased with half a year’s worth of pocket money.

At that rate, even the dragons wouldn’t notice right away.

“Excellent. Cognitive impairment has a short duration, so don’t use it until I give the signal. The best scenario is that it activates when you take a picture and lasts until you leave the palace, but I don’t know if it will work. Remember the point I emphasized. Right?”

“Your movements are still stiff. Sensen.”

Of course, it was more reckless than a moth jumping into a wildfire.

Butterfly Rose was watching him run with his hands in his pockets.

Ranse tried to shout out to be careful, but the game was already over.

puck! Sensen’s body fell forward with a belated impact sound.

“anyway.”

With a butterfly, I clicked his tongue.

He felt as much self-destruction as when he put on his school uniform.

You’re making the students you were teaching until yesterday faint right now.

‘What on earth am I doing?’

If he had the same mind, he would have knocked out Ran Se as well and then thrown it to his new ‘friend’, but he decided to hold off for a while. Not being able to have an audience with Navardose was quite shocking news to her.

She laid her Sensen down on the floor and looked back at Ranse.

“Lance.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“There is only one way for today’s events to remain a secret.”

“what is that?”

“Take me instead of these guys.”

“......what?”

Lance shed confusion.

Nabirose was already packing up Willump and Sensen’s luggage.

She was someone who had to have an audience with Navardose at all costs. As she endured this humiliation, she came all the way to Adren, and could never understand that she was officially forbidden to have an audience with her.

Nabirose, aiming at Willump and Sensen, tore a scroll.

Seaaaa... the mist rose through the cracks in the paper and seeped into the noses and mouths of the two people.

“I’m glad I bought the expensive one. There won’t be any side effects.”

Nabirose said to herself.

It was a silence scroll that Willump took out.

In the fog, there was fragmentary memory erasure and sleep magic at the same time.

Lance’s answer had not yet come back.

After finishing cleaning up after her, I lifted her head with butterflies.

“Why is there no answer? Maybe you don’t like it?”

“It’s because I don’t understand. Why are you going? “It might be very dangerous.”

“I don’t want to hear from the guy who tried to sneak into the Flame Palace for a photo shoot.”

“Well, that’s...!”

Lance’s face turned red.

Fortunately, she seemed to be aware that it was a shameful act.

Suddenly Nabirose, who was looking at his face, laughed.

The most outstanding student among the current jockeys.

The raised eye corners, long eyelashes, and sunset colored eyes were identical to Ronan’s.

It would have been enough to just resemble his face and talent.

“You really look like Ronan. It’s amazing.”

“Ooh, do you know my father?”

“I know. Thanks to you, I learned that tastes are hereditary. Anyway, bigger is always better.”

“Yes...?”

Ranse frowned, but Nabirose did not respond.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Lance’s ear and twisted it.

“Aaaah! W-what are you doing!?”

“It’s noisy. We’ll land soon, so follow us.”

“Ears! Get off my ears!”

“The taste is excellent. Even this one resembles it.”

Nabirose laughed. He seemed to have gone back to when he was teaching Ronan more than ten years ago.

She returned to her deck, dragging her screaming Lance with her.

Under the bright full moon, the city of dragons floating in the sky was already getting closer.