Chapter 133: Fall and Chase (1/2)
Mike was in free fall.
The ship had evidently gotten quite high while he was fighting, and he found himself falling towards the distant ground, the entirety of the capitol spread out beneath him. He quickly spotted the screaming princess, who was spinning uncontrollably.
Straightening himself, with arms against his sides and legs together, he pushed forward with his Air Magic. He needed to catch up before they hit the ground. However, he was starting to become concerned about his dwindling mana reserves. Assuming he managed to catch up, there might not be enough left to kill their momentum before they hit the ground.
”Red!” He called once he had gotten into arm's reach of Andrea. ”A little help?”
Of course the wind prevented his voice from traveling very far, so he included a mental message as well. Stretching, he eventually succeeded in catching the woman, and stabilizing her fall. A look of surprised relief appeared on her face, as her scream finally petered out.
He redirected his Air Magic towards the ground, drawing on every last scrap of mana to kill their momentum. They were slowing down, but it had taken too long to catch up, and they were only a few dozen meters above the ground.
When his consciousness was starting to grow faint, he saw a familiar red blur speeding in from the corner of his vision.
[About time. You certainly know how to make a dramatic entrance.] He was rewarded with a slightly smug feeling transmitted over the summoners bond. Red was apparently quite pleased with himself.
Mike and Andrea slammed onto the dragon's back painfully. Although Red had done his best to soften the blow, they were still falling rather quickly when they hit.
[Oof. That hurt. I don't know how they make this look easy in the movies.]
He looked over at the princess, who appeared to have had the wind knocked out of her. ”You alright?” He asked with a cough.
Nodding, she coughed a few times as well before gasping for air.
”That was unpleasant.”
Chuckling, he untied her, while using Appraise on the rope.
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Rope of Arcane Binding
Magic Item (Tier 2, Rank 2)
A length of rope designed to bind and incapacitate a mage. Will prevent the usage of any form of magic at the level of mid-Tier 2 or lower. More powerful mages are able to break through this restriction.
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[That could come in handy.] He thought to himself, as he stored it in the extradimensional sack.
Andrea was absentmindedly rubbing her wrists while staring at the scenery in wonder. ”I had always dreamed....” She began before trailing off. Hesitantly, she placed one hand against the dragon's neck, a childish smile forming on her lips.
Red was flying in a lazy circle around the outskirts of the city. It seemed he wanted to give them time to catch their breath. With a mental command, Mike had him start chasing after the now distant airship.
The sudden wind pressure nearly flattened Andrea, but Mike was able to hold her in place. Spending a small amount of his almost extinguished mana, he formed a small barrier against the wind.
”Where are we going?” The princess yelled, a slight flush on her cheeks from the sudden physical contact, well intentioned though it might have been.
”I don't know about you, but I'm not one to let the bad guy get away unscathed.” He said with a grin behind his mask. Wendel had thoroughly pissed him off, and Mike wouldn't feel satisfied until he'd destroyed the noble's plans.
Her features warped into an expression of savage anger. ”Oh, I can't wait to get a hold of that traitorous bastard. I have a lot to pay him back for.”
She blinked for a moment, in sudden realization. ”Matthew, my brother. Is he...” She couldn't finish the question.
”He's alive and well, although it may be a little while before he wakes up.”
Several questions seemed to form on her lips, but in the end Andrea simply gave a heartfelt smile of relief. ”Thank you.” She whispered in a quiet voice that was nearly overcome by the wind.
Mike nodded, ”Now, lets go catch the bad guy.”
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Watching the approaching dragon, Viscount Wendel knew that he wouldn't be able to escape this way. Although the naval airship was one of the fastest things in Ea, it simply couldn't compete with the true rulers of the sky.
Sighing, he backed away from the railing and walked over to the door leading to the captain's cabin. With a wince, Tanya followed after, still injured from the previous battle.
The small handful of surviving Tennundian soldiers were milling around, confused. With the exception of the four in charge of the bridge, virtually the entire command staff had been on deck when the supposed Dragonknight arrived. As a result, they were leaderless and directionless.
”Um...Viscount, sir? What do we do now?” A skinny young man dressed in the uniform of a messenger asked.
”We just need to keep heading towards the border. Once we cross, our pursuers will be forced to break off.” He replied with a reassuring smile, not bothering to check to see what sort of response his words had garnered.
[It seems this mission has been a colossal failure.]
Entering the cabin with Tanya in tow, he went to the magically locked chest that rested at the foot of his bed, and opened it with a key he carried around his neck on a chain. Inside was a pile of coins, gems, and jewelry. Enough concentrated wealth to be called a fortune, even to one of Wendel's resources. However, he paid no mind to the money.
Dumping the chest's contents onto the floor, he removed the false bottom, revealing two blue crystal orbs, roughly 50 cm in diameter. The one on the right had a large crack running down the middle of it, but was still holding together. He moved to grab both, but hesitated, before selecting the one on the left.
Even though these things had cost him dearly, he wasn't sure what would happen if he tried to bring the second along with him. From what little he understood about the mechanics behind he item, doing so might cause unfortunate side effects.