On the deck several kilometers away, the black-haired girl sat on a raised piece of Number One's shoulder armor, quietly holding and reading the scripture of tranquility.
Despite the energy shields protecting the battleship during high-speed flight, to maintain air circulation, the rune array still left some cracks open.
At this moment, with the raging wind howling, Freya Louise's long hair danced wildly behind her, the black strands interweaving with the ribbon of her white butterfly knot, giving off the vibe of a poetic young woman.
But when Jack Clark appeared out of nowhere, his brow immediately furrowed.
He sensed that Freya's vitality was very similar to Number One's, including soul fluctuations, even though she wasn't piloting, she remained in a state of synchronization.
Sensing Jack's arrival, the black-haired girl looked up. Her face, even prettier than before, broke into a smile as she spoke softly, "Is the meeting over?"