Chapter 8

"As per your superior's orders, we'll be hosting a World Flying Skills Competition soon. I think you should represent us and experience the allure of this international event."

I gave a solemn salute.

"Yes, sir. I promise to complete the mission!"

The leader smiled contentedly and continued.

"Great! With your word, I can rest easy!"

At the International Flying Competition registration area.

I signed my name and handed over the card.

"Alaric?"

A voice, both familiar and strange, rang out.

I turned to look.

Seraphina and Genevieve were standing not far away.

"Alaric, don't go!"

Genevieve hurriedly ran to my side, blocking my path.

I furrowed my brow and said with disgust.

"What do you want?"

Unlike my usual gentle tone, Seraphina was so shocked her steps faltered for a moment.

Hearing this, Genevieve raised her hand, pointing at me in displeasure.

"Alaric! Just because we wanted to cut your tendons, do you have to act so crazy?"