"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?"